Chapter 62 You Are Dressed Less Than I Am Dressed In

On a wooden bench outside the garden house, Bruce squatted down and helped her rub Miss. Jean' s
sprained ankle. The lights in the yard reflected in his deep eyes, and he looked empty and mysterious.

"Miss. Jean, I'll keep that in mind and never forget."

She lowered her body slightly, and her slender, white finger touched the back of his hand. The move
was like touching the wound, but it accidentally touched him.

As his hand slid to the other side, he was much closer to her. Suddenly, he felt some cold water drop
on his warm skin. He looked up at her with a hint of pity in his eyes. "Jean, did you cry? Does it hurt? "

Miss. Jean grabbed his hand and tears streamed down her beautiful face. She asked stubbornly,
"brother Bruce, do you really love me?"

He grabbed her wrist and put it on the chair, so hard that she couldn't resist. But his face was full of
tenderness. He gave her a doting smile and said, "Miss. Jean, you are my favorite sister."

Jean crazily waved her hands and shouted excitedly, "Bruce, I don't want to be your sister. I, for so
many years, you should know my feelings for you. I like you, you and auntie like me. Why did you
refuse a blind date? "

As he rested one of his hands on the bench, he cast a sharp and narrow glance at her and found that
her face flushed all of a sudden. He said in a cold and calm voice, "Miss. Jean, a blind date is arranged
for those unmarried men and women who you have never seen before. But we have been with each
other from childhood to adulthood. We know each other well. Is it necessary for us to go on a blind
date? "

"Bruce, I didn't mean the blind date! As you know, a blind date is not for making the man and the
woman know each other, but for...... "



But what? Polly held her breath and tried to curl up in the dense branches and leaves. Although she
knew that the people outside didn't know she was here as long as she didn't make any sound, she still
felt scared.

It was the first time that she had eavesdropped on somebody else's conversation, and it was done by
Bruce and Miss. Jean.

At this moment, a girl's scream came into his ears. In a panic, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Bruce, Miss.
Jean. I, i..."

It was Rachel who came back. Why was she so rash? She had offended Bruce and Miss. Jean, so
Bruce certainly wouldn't blame her. But, if she did, Miss. Jean would hate her and probably take
revenge on her.

Besides, Polly was at a loss. If they went on talking, would she hear what she wanted to hear? She
was shocked by her thought.

What would she like to hear? Even if he said no to her, that was not for her.

Bruce was a man of decision. He would never change his mind once he had made a decision. He
would not change his mind once he knew that Jean cried. The truth was that he couldn't bear it, and he
didn't want to disappoint Jean.

She had to bear in mind every moment that the man stayed with her because he was a gay. He cannot
give Jean things that a normal man can give his wife. He had to get married and have children, and he
could take her as the mission to complete.

As for the gentleness he occasionally showed, it might be due to guilt.



Still in panic, Rachel spoke incoherently, "Bruce, Miss. Jean, just ignore me. No, you didn't do anything.
Sorry. I said something wrong every time I was nervous. I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry. You may
continue. I should go now. "

Continue what?

Looking at their interaction, Polly couldn't help but feel confused. What did they do just now? But
Rachel said that they did nothing. Since they did nothing, why was she so nervous?

It was nothing more than the instinctive concealment of her sudden encounter with the indecency of the
two men.

The prolonged time of lying on the ground made her feel a little dizzy and her feet a little numb. She
held the wall of the garden house and stood up bit by bit.

She really couldn't stay in this place any longer. She just hoped that the people outside could leave as
soon as possible.

A sound of running came from outside. It sounded like someone's voice. It was likely that Rachel had
escaped.

"But, wait!" Bruce's magnetic voice broke through her beating heart. "Haven't Polly been with you?"

"Dear Polly. She... She seemed to be still here just now. I made a call, but she disappeared. Don't
worry, Bruce. I'll go and find her. "

Hearing that, Polly breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Rachel hadn't told Bruce that she was in the
garden house, and she had been eavesdropping on him chatting with Miss. Jean.

However, the next moment, Bruce said in a cold voice mixed with the night wind, which sounded harsh,
"but, you said Polly right here? Where is she? "



"I, I really don't know. I will call her to try!"

Rachel asked in a different tone. She could imagine how helpless and delicate she was under the cold
gaze of Bruce.

"What's the number of Polly?" Her voice was trembling like a fallen leaf waving in the cold wind.

Polly was startled and immediately turned her phone to mute when she dialed the number. Luckily,
Rachel was not as fast as her. She didn't hear the phone ring immediately.

"Bruce, she's on the phone! Or you can call her yourself. "

Understanding immediately that it was not because she was flustered that she did not call. It was
because she did not call at all. He had just reminded her to give her time to think about it.

In case that Brian would call her, she immediately dialed back her number. Almost as soon as she
dialed back, the call was connected. Then she started the time on the mobile screen. However, the
music did not ring. She had put it to mute state.

The phone was connected. Neither of them said a word. She could hear the whistling wind through the
microphone, as if there was a quick gasp. Her heart was beating fast.

Maybe she was as nervous as Belinda.

This trick was schemed under the eyes of an unfathomable man like Bruce. Compared with her, who
was hiding in the dark, Rachel was more frightened. If it was her, she would definitely not do it.

Bruce guessed that perhaps her phone call was also busy, so he muttered to himself, "you've been
leaving for so long. Where on earth have her been? Who did you call for such a long time? "



Hearing that, Rachel changed her tone and said to Bruce quickly, "Bruce, if you want to know who is on
the phone, you can ask her when we find her. If she don't tell you, you can even check the record
secretly. "

With a half-smile and half reproachful tone, Bruce said, "you're talking nonsense. Why should I peep at
her?"

"Sorry, Bruce. I shouldn't have said that. Hahaha... "

However, her mind was sensitive and considerate after all she had worked in a big company. She
unlocked her phone and deleted the call log.

Although she knew that Bruce would not look at her, she had to be careful. But she had always wanted
to work for BA. If she was found to have lied to him, it would leave a bad impression on him.

She knew Rachel was trying to help her. But she didn't want Rachel' s career to be ruined because of
her carelessness.

Bruce's smile was as cold as the cloudy night. "All right, Miss. Jean. But can you two go to the villa
now. I want to find Polly and have a cigarette by the way. "

With a sense of unwillingness, Miss. Jean said, "Bruce, I..."

With a rustle of cloth, Rachel tried to comfort her considerately, "let's go, Miss. Jean. It's so cold
outside, but I've already worn too little, and you're wearing even less than I've worn. You will get sick
later. "

Miss. Jean murmured and her voice was very low, but she was finally dragged away by Rachel. She
heard them away footsteps.



Polly waited for a while and didn't hear any sound, but she dared not to push the door open easily.
Because she didn't hear the sound of his leaving. She quietly walked to the door of the flower room and
looked outside through the transparent glass above it.

As it was transparent, she didn't notice it just now.

If she had come here earlier, she would have seen what was happening outside?

'let's see how he shows up with Miss. Jean...'

Suddenly, she fixed her eyes on the tall white figure.

It was less than ten steps from the garden house. He was walking towards the garden house, but
suddenly stopped there.

As if she was put in the boiling water, she didn't dare to move. The blood in her body was surging along
with the increasing temperature.

He looked over, surrounded by smoke and staring straight at the door with a hook in his eyes. It didn't
last long. Then Bruce turned around and left.

He was just wearing a white shirt, which was bright and fresh. It was like a white lotus blooming in a
hazy moon, drifting away slowly in the night wind.

It was so cold today, but why did he only wear so few clothes

Polly guessed that the coat must have been given to Jean. Was it a true feeling or a gentlemanly
manner? What would he do if it was her?

She didn't know what it meant when a touch of sadness suddenly emerged in her heart at this moment,
just like the autumn wind swept over, but when she wanted to capture it, it had already dissipated like



clouds.

Rachel because of the fear of ugly, exposed the shoulder, as long as the demeanor does not
temperature. And the Miss. Jean? Was her chest bare and her back exposed, or was her clothes torn
apart?

She shook her head. It was a party of the upper class. As a socialite, Miss. Jean should always take
into account her own image and family's face. Even if she wanted to strip herself in front of Bruce, she
still had to pretend to be reserved.


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