Chapter 1290

Whether it was a dream or reality, Bruce remained just as he had always been—irritating and disdainful. His face and tone successfully angered me. "And what does that have to do with you? I drank because I could, and I came here because I wanted to. What does anything have to do with you? If you're here to mock me, save it!" I got physical. "Just why won't you leave me alone, Bruce?" His face might be gorgeous, but it was also highly annoying. I wanted nothing more than to see this face vanish before my eyes. Feeling irritated, I applied more force than intended, and with a sharp slap, a crisp sound rang out. I froze, momentarily stunned. I had slapped Bruce across his face. He appeared caught off guard by it. His gaze lowered, his brows knitted, and his lips pursed. This wasn't the first time I had slapped him. Although it was always an unintentional mistake, it seemed he was upset, considering his reaction now. My heart tightened, and I instinctively pulled my hand back. Howev