Chapter 1070

If Bruce hadn't intervened in time to stop Cindy, and if she had said that one sentence, I would definitely have been the subject of gossip among the guests. It was because he stepped in that she shut her mouth, preventing the trouble from escalating. Looking at it this way, he had done me a favor. But was he really helping me? He doted on Cindy so much—he treated her like she was the most precious thing he held in his heart—so would he really make his cherished one unhappy just to help me? I didn't think I meant more to him than her. He wouldn't have repeatedly made me feel hurt and neglected if I had, so he didn't stop her for my sake. "Caroline, you're wrong. Bruce wasn't helping me," I said, bitterness flooding my heart, my throat becoming tight and dry. "He did it for Cindy." "He did it for Cindy? But his attitude toward her just now was so cold, almost as if he was suppressing her from speaking. That doesn't seem like he's doing it for her." Caroline frowned, clearly confuse