Chapter 697

Harsh? It was just a few sarcastic remarks. This was Bruce holding back. He had done far worse before, and I should've been used to it by now. As soon as I finished speaking, Bruce's expression darkened. His once-handsome face was now clouded. His eyes narrowed like daggers as if they could pierce right through me. But I stood firm. I met his sharp gaze with calm composure. "Isn't that right, Mr. Harold?" Bruce didn't respond, but I could tell he was gritting his teeth. His jaw was clenched so tightly that his cheek muscles bulged. He was furious. But what was he so mad about? He started by ridiculing me, and now that I played along, mocking myself, why was he angry? "Don't be mad, Nance. You two were like a perfect couple once. How did you turn into such rivals?" Yasmine didn't take my words seriously and even patted the back of my hand, trying to comfort me. "Bruce just misunderstood your relationship with Mr. Ernest. He was jealous, that's all. Didn't you notice how his words