Chapter 781

Just as I tilted my head, ready to demand answers, Bruce suddenly leaned down, his face looming in front of me. My lips were sealed. It was that familiar scent—woody, fresh, yet rich. Bruce was forceful, urgent, and even reckless. He pushed me into the corner. The back of my head was pinned against the elevator wall while his fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to endure his angry and frustrated kiss. My chin hurt, my neck ached, and even my tongue throbbed under his rough kiss. The pain brought clarity. I looked past his furious expression and caught sight of the black camera in the opposite corner of the elevator. He had lost it. Bruce had gone mad. This was the elevator of my apartment's building, and it had a camera. The spot where we stood was right in front of it. Yet he was doing this to me here? Everything could be exposed not just to the building's security team but also to Cindy, who lived in the same neighborhood. Bruce had always been so cautious. When did he become s