Always in Love with You

Chapter 98 I Won't Make You Feel Bad

Bruce was still a little hesitant, holding onto Polly's hand.

Suddenly, Rachel stood up. She walked to them, took hold of Polly's hand and said, "Bruce, I'll take care of her. I grew up with Polly and I'm here. You can rest assured. "

"Bruce, if you still don't believe me, I can handle it by myself. None of us who is hostile to her will let him leave. It's not necessary to make the whole family unhappy because of the problem of one or two people. "

Bruce's mother grew angry at her. She blamed Miss. Jean in a mild tone, "Jean, don't talk nonsense. You kids are well behaved. And every time you come to the He Residence, you will prepare a lot of interesting topics to amuse the old master. No one is so vicious. "

Even if she did, she couldn't speak it out so directly.

Realizing that she had gone too far, she quickly put on a smiling face and said, "aunt, I'm thinking for Bruce. Looking at the delicate image of Polly, Bruce was afraid that she would suffer any loss in any minute. He cared about her so much that he had no time for work at all. "

"Miss Fang, you worry too much. Bruce has always been scrupulous in separating public from private affairs. He will never delay his work because of personal affairs. "

If Polly didn't say anything, it would be true that she was dragging Bruce down. At the beginning of the tolerance is just don't want to meet when the relationship so bad, she is to visit, not to debate. Even now, Polly was still not angry with Miss. Jean, so she couldn't be too harsh on her.

"Miss. Jean, I can't believe that I am such a person in your mind." Disappointment was written all over his face. "Only one person in the world knows me well enough to me, Dear Polly."

He realized it immediately that it would cause a lot of inconvenience if he overprotected Polly. Otherwise, he could not bring her back. Since they were back, he must give her some space. He believed that she could handle everything by herself.

After about ten minutes, Bruce came back. Under a stone table in the yard, only her mother was sitting there, with her eyes closed. Miss. Jean was giving a massage to her.

His lordship had a serious problem of wind dryness, so he couldn't sit long in the bleak land. Instead, he went back to his room for rest. 'it's normal that he isn't here. But why is Polly not staying with them?'?

Bruce's mother opened her eyes the moment he came in. She was displeased to see her son's dull eyes.

"Don't look anymore. Polly went to the kitchen with Rachel. As Miss. Jean said, you can't do anything without her. " Bruce's mother scolded, "she is just a woman. How can she compare with your career?"

"Haha..." Brian smiled but didn't answer. He looked around and asked, "Mom, where are Justin and Lucy Ji? Did they go to the kitchen with them? "

Bruce's mother became angry and said, "don't change the topic! He had always been like this since he was a child. Whenever a question was asked something important, it would be the same if the person did not want to answer it. Who do you really take after your temperament? "

"Who do you think he is like? Just tell me."

Miss. Jean was gloating over what Bruce would say next, so that she could take the opportunity to kick Polly again. Unexpectedly, Bruce's mother was only blaming him. It seemed that she didn't get the answer of the question. Therefore, she became somewhat dissatisfied with her.

"Don't just stand there. Come here and sit down." Bruce's mother turned around and took hold of Miss. Jean's hand. "Jean, please take a seat. It has been a long time after the massage. Do you feel tired? "

"Of course I say I'm not. But, it's my duty to take care of you and take good care of you. I'm glad to do that."

Mrs. he held her tender hands and said fondly, "it's such a waste to let such a beautiful hands massage me. Bruce, I can't find a good girl like Miss. Jean. Why do you insist... "

At the moment, Miss. Jean's face was as red as a tomato. She looked at the handsome face of Bruce with her seductive eyes and said in a coquettish voice, "Auntie, don't flatter me anymore. I'm not as good as you think? I'm just so so. "

"Jean, don't underrate yourself. I have watched you grow up. I know exactly what kind of person you are. You can rest assured that I won't make you feel wronged. "

Hearing what kind of person she was, Miss. Jean was afraid. It seemed that Bruce's mother said these words to be good to her, but how could she hear them wrong?

However, she didn't show any unpleasantness on her face. She said in a sweet voice, "aunt, I don't think I'm wronged. You're doing the right thing. It's for Jean's own good. "

"Good boy, it's good that you know it. Bruce... "

Bruce's mother looked back and saw her son's obviously absent expression. She couldn't help but add in a more serious tone, "Bruce, I asked you to come and have a seat. Why are you still standing there? Are you not in the mood to stay here if Polly Han leave? You even don't want to talk to me? "

"Mom, why are you so angry? " Bruce said with a smile. He came over and sat on the left side of his mother, which was not the seat reserved by Miss. Jean intentionally.

Bruce's mother had long secretly witnessed the subtle interaction between Miss. Jean and her son. She said in a calm voice, "does a man's personality have nothing to do with a woman? Marrying a good woman is as good as building a good company for men. "

"You really did a good job. Mom, don't you think our company's performance has been rising since I chose Polly?"

"That's because you are rich and powerful. What does it have to do with her? Before you knew her, the outstanding group's performance was also getting higher every year! " Said Jean, unconvinced.

The smile on his face didn't fade away. "So, you mean that whatever kind of woman you are with won't affect a man?"

"I didn't mean that..." she retorted

Hearing that, Bruce squinted his eyes and the smile on his face faded little by little. He asked, "does Miss. Jean always want to run a company herself? Is she always doing market research and planning to be a strong woman? 'Miss. Jean, you are not cute at all when you become a strong woman. You are so excellent now. If you are stronger, who can match you in the future? It seems that I have to worry about your marriage in the future. But I'm your brother after all. "

Hearing what her son said, Bruce's mother could say nothing more. She had intended to take advantage of Polly's absence to create more opportunities for the two to get along with each other. But now it seemed impossible. She had to find another way.

She shook her head at Jean, with a warning in her eyes. A flood of hatred appeared in Jean's slightly red eyes. She bit her lips tightly to hold back her strong anger. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What did your father want to see you about?" Bruce's mother changed the topic.

His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he replied calmly, "nothing serious. he was calling to ask how's it going in the company recently."

According to his mother's understanding of her son, he didn't look fine but had something bothering him. She tentatively asked, "did you quarrel with your father?"

When he was about to answer it, his phone rang. He took it out and said, "it's from my father. I'll take it."

Although he said so, he didn't leave, but he answered the phone in front of his mother and Jean.

He was on the phone. His lips thinned into a grim line.

"Dad, I'll tell you again! I value my marriage very much, and I don't care who is the boss! If someone tries to threaten me through your relationships, that's impossible! "

Their faces darkened. They knew what was on everyone's mind. They made an excuse to look around in the kitchen and then went away.

While he was on the phone, he watched the two figures walking farther and farther away from him. A sharp light flashed in his deep eyes.

Polly was helping Rachel in the kitchen. In the he clan, it was Lord He's compulsion to provide such a rule. He was going to take another meal, a beverage and a pastry at around 10 o'clock in the morning.

There were freshly ground soybean milk, freshly boiled coffee and freshly squeezed juice in the drinks. In a word, everything was fresh. At ordinary times, all Linda needed to do was to prepare Lord He's meals. But today, a lot of people came to the villa and they needed to make many snacks and juice. It seemed that they were a bit busy. To balance nutrition, Austin didn't have to go against many picky

eaters. No matter how many people had different tastes, there was a difference in diet or cake. They just ate different dishes.

Besides, the drinks today were pineapple juice and cookies.

"Dear Polly, it should be the servants who did this, but I forced you to come here. You won't blame me for that, will you?" Rachel said apologetically, "you are the most eye-catching guest in this house today."

"Rachel, what are you talking about?" "I know you're doing this for my own good. You're afraid that they will get me in trouble and try to hurt me. Besides, if I were there, everyone would be uncomfortable. Fortunately, you are here today to help me a lot. Otherwise, I don't know what to do. "

"Dear Polly, don't think so highly of me. In fact, I did it for myself." Rachel smiled like a beautiful dandelion. "Your mother and sister treated me well, and you are my best friend. The last thing I want is to see you have conflict. I'm worried that if you quarrel with each other, I don't know who to help. "

"Sweetie, you don't have to explain anything. I know you are in a dilemma now," said Rachel

with a gentle smile.

Rachel was making lemon juice. The golden juice was poured into the transparent glass cup. Her white, tender and slender fingers were wrapped around the glass like the jade belt. She wore a white shirt and a light blue skirt, looking gentle and fresh.

She was beautiful, smart, pure and kind-hearted. How could she deserve an excellent man like her?

"Oh, no wonder you haven't prepared the food for such a long time. It turns out that you two are lazy here!" An arrogant and domineering female voice broke the silence and comfort at the moment.