Chapter 1184

The familiar tone, the unreserved teasing typical of close acquaintances, the ease with which he unlocked my door, and even how he immediately found the light switch all pointed to one thing. This man was intimately familiar with my home and me, but I couldn't recall anyone in my building being this close to me. I stared intently at his face as the living room lights flickered on. Through my blurry vision, I began to make out certain familiar features: long eyebrows, dark eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. Could it be Bruce? But how could he be here? Wasn't he gravely ill? He hadn't been well for a long time and was barely seen or heard from. Even his supposed favorite, Cindy, had trouble getting to him. No, it couldn't be him. Still, my body instinctively leaned forward. I rubbed my eyes, trying to see clearly and confirm whether it was really him. The man didn't shy away, meeting my probing gaze calmly. A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he asked, "Have you