Chapter 868

I was stunned. Bruce's request was extraordinary, but I quickly caught onto his intentions. He was trying to give me an escape and keep the suspicion off me. The maid started walking to us. She looked skeptical and confused. Her footsteps were light and careful. It seemed like she wasn't sure what Bruce and I were doing. Although her footsteps were slow, she was still heading in our direction. Bruce frowned. His drunken tone turned urgent. "Do it, quick." But when I saw his face filled with concern and anxiety and the red seductive flush on his cheeks from drinking, I couldn't do it. It was the face I had loved for six whole years. Every detail on it was engraved in my heart, so how could I do it? It was better to aim for the body than the face during a fight because the face represented a person's façade. Getting hit in the face was extremely humiliating. I could only imagine how someone as powerful as Bruce would feel, yet he was willing to set his dignity aside just to help