The next moment, Bruce spoke. "Ms. Summer, do you trust me?"
Summer turned around and said calmly, "I might not be able to pay you as much as Kate did."
As she finished speaking, she could clearly see that Bruce's expression had changed subtly. Was it
because she mentioned Kate?
Summer was extremely interested in his change.
Bruce took off his cap and said, "I have enough money. I just need a job and an employer who trusts
me."
Bruce was skilled, so those nobles chose him as their bodyguard, and even offered him a good salary.
However, he had complicated experiences, and had seen many secrets. Anyone who was a little
cautious would probe into his background.
Although ordinary people might find it difficult to check his identity, it was a hassle for Bruce.
After going through these questions quickly in her mind, Summer said, "I'm going down to dump the
trash now."
Just as the elevator door was about to close, Bruce reached out and pressed the “open” button,
walking in first.
Summer smiled. She found that Bruce was quite interesting. Summer followed in, and Bruce pressed
the floor number "1" for her.
After getting out of the elevator, Bruce kept a step behind Summer. He had already in the working
mode.
"Should I praise your professionalism?" As Summer walked, she joked.
Bruce didn't say anything, and Summer didn't mind.
She threw the garbage into the trash can, and Bruce had already walked behind her when she turned
around.
He was extremely agile. Summer continued to talk to Bruce, "I believe that with your ability, you can do
other things well. Why are you willing to be a bodyguard?"
After waiting for Bruce's reply for a long time, Bruce started to talk just when Summer thought that
Bruce would not speak again,.
"I only know two things, killing and protecting people."
Since he had already given up the old business of killing, he wouldn't kill others anymore. Summer was
no longer afraid of Bruce, so she dared to ask anything. "Why did you give up killing?"
Bruce didn't reply her, and Summer continued, "Because of Kate?"
Just as she finished speaking, she felt the cold aura coming from behind her.
"Are you angry?" Summer turned to look at him.
Bruce looked extremely gloomy, "You seem to be very interested in my personal affairs, Ms. Summer."
It was not a question, but a statement.
"That's right. I'm especially interested." Summer did not deny it, but admitted it generously.
At this moment, the two had already entered the elevator.
When the elevator reached the floor where they lived, Bruce suddenly said, "You are so concerned
about other people's personal affairs because you had a bad relationship with your ex-husband. So you
want to distract your attention by doing so?"
Summer was surprised, and anger surged in her heart. Almost everyone had a person that they never
wanted to hear his or her name again.
Bruce didn't want to hear her mentioning Kate, and she didn't want to hear about Leonardo. The reason
was the same.
Summer sighed, "I'm sorry."
Bruce accepted Summer's apology calmly. Summer had no idea that Bruce was quite polite.
She and Bruce separated at the elevator entrance and returned to their own apartment respectively.
After visiting Rosie, she left Leonardo's villa and Logan and his men came making trouble for her.
Later, she went to the hospital again. After so many things, it was almost evening.
Summer remembered that she hadn't had lunch yet. She opened the fridge, but she had no appetite for
anything.
In the end, she took an apple but lost her appetite halfway through it. She sat down in front of the
computer and began to write the last episodes.
It was already midnight when she finished writing in one breath. With an empty stomach, she suffered a
terrible stomachache. But she was too lazy to cook and had no appetite at all.
The heart was so close to the stomach, and she was experiencing a temporary disorder? She
remembered the scene of Leonardo and Amber hugging each other on the road clearly.
Summer sneered. Leonardo went to find a woman in his own circle. Why did she humiliate herself? It
was not like that she couldn't live without Leonardo.
She pressed her stomach, stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Before she could get to the
kitchen, she heard knocks on the door again.
There were three rhythmic knocks. It seemed that the one who knocked was restrained. Summer
turned around and looked at the time. It was half past one.
It couldn't be Jessica. She saw the photos of Jessica filming in the desert yesterday.
Naturally, it couldn't be Carl and Eliza....
Did Logan come looking for her again this quick?
Summer took the phone and pressed the three numbers "911". As long as something was wrong, she
would immediately dial it.
There was nothing in the room she could use to defend herself. She went to the kitchen to get a kitchen
knife.
Then, she held the knife in one hand and her mobile phone in the other and walked towards the door
gently.
She was sure that she didn't make any sound when she walked. However, when she walked to the
door, the person outside seemed to sense that she had come. "It's me, Bruce."
Summer was surprised, and she immediately relaxed.
She opened the door and saw Bruce standing at her door with a tray in his hand.
She glanced at the tray and did not see what was on it. She asked him, "What's wrong? It's too late."
Summer was vigilant, but she hid it carefully.
She always felt that it was too coincidental that Bruce lived in the same neighborhood as her. Even if
he was now her private bodyguard, she still suspected him.
Bruce showed her the tray, "Have some?"
Only then did Summer see clearly that he brought a bowl of porridge and two plates of dishes in the
tray, which looked fresh and delicious.
Summer opened her eyes wide unconsciously, "You ... made it?"
"Just take it." Bruce did not answer her. He pushed the tray forward, frowning, as if he was not holding
food, but some kind of hot potato in his hand.
No matter what, Summer could not imagine that a bodyguard like Bruce would cook and deliver food to
her. Her bodyguard was just too competent.
If she hadn't known that Bruce and Kate had an affair, she would have suspected that Bruce had a
crush on her. People like Bruce might rarely deliver things to others, right? For a moment, Summer felt
a little touched. She reached for the tray in his hand and said, "Thank you."
Bruce remained silent, as if it was troublesome to say one more word. He turned around and left.
Summer stood at the door and watched Bruce enter the opposite door. She lowered her head to look at
the porridge on the tray with mixed feelings.
She closed the door and went back to her room. She put the porridge on the table and sat down to eat.
The porridge and vegetables looked not bad, and they tasted delicious.
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