Chapter 848

I could still see Bruce protecting me at crucial moments, shielding me from danger, Bruce who kissed me when the security at Harold Residence came to check in, and Brucewho got me on a horse and patiently taught me how to ride. He even remembered I didn't like cilantro. He would casually take my bowl and finish my food without a second thought. He was also impulsive—he was Bruce, the one who would ambush me, barge in, and take control of me. He was eager, anxious, angry—yet also vulnerable, hurt, and fragile. I had seen so many expressions on his face, yet the last one that froze in my memory was that distant, indifferent look. "Why?" I finally let my emotions surge forth. My fingertips brushed against his cold, handsome face as I whispered, "Why must you do this to me?" "What?" His beautiful face shifted, showing confusion and inquiry. He didn't answer and even pretended not to understand. My emotions surged again. I couldn't help but grip his collar and raise my voice. "One m