Chapter 988

The black Maybach was far too familiar. And so was the man in black sitting in the driver's seat—It was Bruce. Our eyes met through the car window, and for a fleeting moment, I felt like a complete fool. How could I, for a moment, have pity on John? I felt sorry for him when he eagerly came to pick up Caroline after work, only to get berated by her. I even went out of my way to be considerate, stepping out to offer them the time and space so he could coax her. It turned out that I was the one who got played! John went in and forced me out. All the while, Bruce Harold was lying in wait to catch me. But at this moment, I couldn't just put all the blame on John, I had myself to blame, too. What was I thinking, picking a dining spot this far out of the way? If only it weren't so remote, I'd have easily caught a cab home by now instead of getting caught by Bruce. Even so, I refused to get into Bruce's car. I turned my head away stiffly, pretending I hadn't seen him, and was determined