Chapter 969

Moreover, that wasn't even my question. I clenched my fists, ready to confront him. But before I could say anything, he pushed me lightly and said, "Let's drop it for now. Aren't you hungry? Go wash up, and I'll check on the pancakes." With that, he set the omelet down and hurried into the kitchen to check the pan. I watched him walk away, my words caught in my throat again. Then, I stepped into the bathroom to wash up, but my mind was still a mess. It was just a simple question, yet I couldn't bring myself to ask it. Did Bruce put some kind of spell on me? Why do I always lose my composure around him? I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. As droplets clung to my skin, I made up my mind. I had to stick to my plan—I needed to get Bruce out of my place as soon as possible. I couldn't let anyone find out we were together—especially Linda, the property manager. With her gossipy nature, things would only get worse. I mustered up the courage and