Chapter 708

I quickly averted my gaze and looked down at my toes, which were shrouded in shadow. After a deep breath, my mind gradually cleared. I spoke in a calm and flat tone, "I'm not making excuses. You've misunderstood, Mr. Harold." But suddenly, a large hand pressed against the wall beside my left ear, and the shadow before me loomed closer, like a mountain bearing down on me. Caught off guard, I looked up and met Bruce's dark gaze. At once, I froze in place as my back hit the elevator wall. The wall was hard and cold, but Bruce's gaze was gentle and affectionate. It was hazy yet clear. This time, I wasn't mistaken. The cold wall behind me reminded me that this wasn't an illusion. But how could Bruce look at me with such tenderness? He reserved that gaze for Cindy. We drank just a little warm wine during dinner. Was he actually drunk? "Am I that frightening? Why are you avoiding me?" Bruce's smile deepened, and the fondness in his eyes became more palpable. There was a hint of amuseme