Chapter 968

It was a sunny day. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, bathing the figure in a soft golden glow. That morning felt like all the others; it was gentle and warm. It seemed like I had dreamed of Bruce cooking for me again. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene. After a while, I walked to the bathroom with a mocking smile. After all, it was just a dream—something to see but not to believe. Otherwise, the happiness would be replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, an unfamiliar scent hit me. Wait, was this really a dream? If it was, then why did I smell food? I glanced toward the bathroom sink, and there it was—a man's wristwatch. Wait a minute—wasn't that Bruce's Patek Philippe Nautilus? With that, the memories came flooding back. Last night, Bruce ambushed me in the underground parking lot. I punched him so hard I broke his nose. He whined that I had to take responsibility, so I ended up bringing him home. While cleaning up