Chapter 161: It’s My Pleasure
Hilla looked at Horton, who was going to the kitchen to cook chicken soup as soon as he entered, and couldn’t help but say, "Horton, you’ve got nothing to do? Your hospital is a key hospital in the city. There should be many patients. It’s said that appointments with you are hard to make."
"Oh, I just finished an operation this afternoon. I’ll be off tomorrow."
Horton spoke naturally. Hilla looked at Halle who was facing her. Halle just looked down at the book as if she was not interested in the conversation between them.
"Halle, do you have anything to do tomorrow?"
Hilla looked at Halle. Halle was about to speak when she heard Horton say, "Halle is going to have a prenatal examination tomorrow!"
After that, he seemed to feel embarrassed and said, "I saw a date last time."
"You are going to accompany my sister for a checkup?"
Hilla couldn’t help but raise her voice, and the astonishment on her face was apparent.
If it wasn’t for Halle’s awkward expression and fear that she would be embarrassed, Hilla would have given Horton a beat.
Hilla thought, "You are a neurologist. Lots of people want to turn to you. Great. You should take the initiative to follow Halle to the hospital for a prenatal checkup."
Was he really not afraid of the gossips in the hospital?
Horton was deeply liked by the young and unmarried nurses in the hospital. Did he really not care about his reputation?
"I’m afraid it’s inconvenient for the two of you, two ladies. Doesn’t Bruce still have work to do?"
Hilla was about to say that Bruce had already asked James to do it, and the hospital also planned for it, but after thinking, she looked at Halle again.
Halle did not speak. Perhaps she wanted to try to let the two of them interact more. What if there was progress?
Giving Halle and the child to Horton was also a good choice, although Horton was not the child’s biological father.
"Then, will you come to pick us up tomorrow morning?"
"Alright!"
Hilla didn’t need to probe, as Horton’s thoughts had already been shown on his face.
Seeing them agree, Horton smiled and said, "I bought a black-bone chicken. Let me cook it."
"Ah, no need to do it yourself. The maid can do it."
"Let me do this. I know Halle’s taste."
Seeing that Horton walk into the kitchen without worrying about his image as a man, Hilla finally couldn’t help but move closer to Halle. "Halle, I really think you can think about Horton."
Halle’s expression changed slightly, and she said in a deep voice, "He can do what he wants to do. It is up to him. I may not necessarily have to accept what he has done for me. Since we can’t control what others want to do, then we just need to take care of ourselves."
Halle’s refusal was obvious. She didn’t even want to talk to Hilla about this. She turned and didn’t look at Horton in the kitchen. She only wanted to read the book in her hands.
Seeing that Halle was so repulsed, Hilla didn’t say anything else.
After all, this was her sister’s matter. It only mattered when Halle wanted this. Sometimes, one feels good about something doesn’t mean that others will feel the same.
Looking at Horton in the kitchen, Hilla sighed slightly. After all, she and Horton were relatives. She should have helped him in this matter.
However, Halle was her sister, so Hilla had no choice but to support Halle more.
"Halle, what do you think of this red? Isn’t it especially festive to make it into a small cotton-padded jacket?"
After dinner, Hilla took out a large pile of cloth that she had already chosen. She excitedly brought them all to the living room. They were colorful, dizzying.
Halle looked at the silk cloth and couldn’t help but laugh, "The baby hasn’t even been born yet and you’ve already given him so much. If he’s here, I think we can get him one every without picking the same clothes for a year."
"I heard that children grow up quickly and need to change clothes often. We can choose these slowly. Let’s make a few sets first."
"It will be summer when he’s born. I’m afraid he won’t need that much. You can just make a few undergarments."
Halle couldn’t help but feel happy when she saw Hilla’s lovely designs.
Buying clothes for children was a pleasure for Halle. When she was in the countryside, she had secretly prepared a lot of clothes.
However, as a mother for the first time, she felt that this was not enough. She could not help but think of making one more.
"Do you that will be a boy or a girl?"
Hilla had always been curious, but Halle never said anything as if she didn’t know either.
As expected, Hilla’s words caused a smile on Halle’s face. Halle said, "Either of them will be great."
"I’d prefer a girl so she can be like Halle."
A voice suddenly came from aside. Hilla raised her head subconsciously and saw Horton, who was staring at Halle.
Horton was gazing at Halle for a long time.
Although Hilla used to think that Horton was internally cunning and he would not be a good match for Halle.
However, no matter how slowly Hilla would realize, she couldn’t help but have a whole new level of respect for what Horton had done for her.
Hilla could see that Horton treated Halle a different way. Although she did not know how much sincerity he used, he did make efforts.
As for Halle, Hilla thought that she must have known.
"Dr. Hutt, I don’t care whether that will be a boy or a girl. As long as he or she grows up healthily, I will be satisfied."
Halle’s words were a bit harsh, but Hilla could understand and couldn’t help felt nervous for Horton.
Halle might think that Horton cared about whether that would be a boy or a girl because that was not his. Halle should be very unhappy about that.
Horton was also embarrassed because he did not mean that!
"Halle, I’m going back to the old house with Bruce tomorrow. Since Horton has time tomorrow, why not let him do it?"
Although Halle did not like Horton very much, since Horton did not mind the child in Halle’s belly, Hilla was very willing to facilitate the relationship between Halle and Horton.
Halle frowned. Just as she was about to speak, Horton said, "Okay, I will pick you up tomorrow morning. I’ll have to leave now!"
Horton did not give Halle a chance to speak and quickly picked up his coat and left as if he were afraid that Halle would go back on her word.
Hilla held her chin and covered her head with the red cloth. Suddenly, the red covered her sight. She couldn’t help but laugh. "Halle, do I look like a bride now? Do you want to lift the red veil and have a look?"
"Stop it."
Halle couldn’t help but laugh, forgetting the fact that Hilla had just pushed her to Horton.
"Halle, when you get married, I’ll make you a beautiful wedding dress. When the time comes, I’ll ask my brother-in-law to lift your red veil."
Compared to the pure white wedding dresses, Hilla still felt that the traditional red clothes were more lively and festive.
Although marriage required a solemn ceremony, it also needed a beautiful beginning.
Hilla leaned towards Halle with a red cloth on her head. The next second, the red cloth in front of her disappeared, and Bruce’s smiling face appeared in front of Hilla.
"Who is going to be the one to lift your red veil, Mrs. Anderson?"
...
Hilla looked at Bruce in a daze. He was smiling and stared at Hilla’s flushed face.
Hilla lowered her head and blinked. He said in a shy and low voice, "You had lifted my veil."
The smile on Bruce’s face became even wider. Halle couldn’t help but grin.
It was the first she had seen her sister so shy.
"Well, my bride is very beautiful. Mrs. Anderson, do you want a wedding?"
Bruce’s voice was slightly husky, revealing his charm.
Hilla felt that the air around her was filled with his aura, and she felt more bashful.
She just wanted to delight Halle, but she didn’t expect that Bruce would suddenly come back to see her like this. He even lifted the veil on her head.
Although it was just an ordinary veil, she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat faster when it was lifted by Bruce.
She was flustered by Bruce’s action. Now, she felt that she was almost unable to breathe. She supposed she had heart disease.
"I ... I’m not your bride? I don’t want a wedding."
Hilla said, pulling off the veil on her head and running upstairs with a red face.
Halle covered her mouth and smiled, "You scared her. This is the first time I’ve seen her so nervous."
Although she seemed to be complaining, she had no intention of blaming Bruce for teasing Hilla.
Perhaps this was how a couple looked like and she was envious. She had once hoped that she could have such a marriage and be in love with that person until the end.
Later, she understood that it was difficult to last marriage. It was rare that a couple loved each other and was meant for each other, and it was even more difficult for them to stay with each other until the end.
"She has been too nervous lately and seldom smiles."
After Bruce finished speaking, the smile on Halle’s face faded. She said embarrassedly, "Recently, she was worried about me. She paid all her attention to me and made herself very nervous."
"That’s not what I meant."
Bruce said lightly. If Hilla knew that he was talking bad about Halle, she would drive him out to the study.
He frowned and explained, "I am the one who gave her too much pressure."
Since he recovered from injured and unconscious, Orlenna kept urging him to have a child. He understood Orlenna’s anxiety. The Anderson family indeed needed the next successor, but he didn’t want to pressure Hilla.
"I shouldn’t have said too much about the business between you two. Hilla is a sensible girl. She will understand what you said."
Halle couldn’t help but add, "Even if she doesn’t understand now, when she grows up, she will naturally understand."
Bruce pursed his lips. Before he went upstairs, he told her to rest early.
In the room.
Hilla quickly took a bath and listened to the noise outside the door. He pulled over a bathrobe and put it on.
Looking at her red face in the mirror, Hilla couldn’t help but purse her lips. She rubbed her bathrobe and whispered, "We’re already married. It’s fine for him to lift my veil."
However, when she suddenly saw Bruce, she was overwhelmed by the surprise and her heart raced.
She seemed to understand the feeling of having a wedding.
Men loved weddings, so did women.
Because one would never know what his expression was after the veil was lifted.
Was he surprised?
Was he happy?
What would he be like after getting married?
Hilla believed everyone was thrilled when the veil was lifted.
Hilla couldn’t help but chuckle. She was happier than other women because she knew him well before he "lifted her veil".
The bathroom door opened, and Hilla’s head peeked out slightly. When she saw Bruce changing clothes in the room, she couldn’t help but blush again.
She glanced over and over again before finally looked at Bruce’s body.
She naturally had to use her right.
Bruce stopped unbuttoning his shirt. His fingertips stopped at his abdomen, and his chest was exposed. He couldn’t help but smile.
Looking into Hilla’s eyes, he whispered, "Mrs. Anderson, are you looking at me like this because you think I’m charming?"
Hilla took a deep breath!
She had to be calm and not be scared. Bruce was trying to seduce her. She was his
wife and she should not be afraid of that.
Bruce wanted to make her panic with just a few words. Hilla tried to be calm.
"I, I’m just watching. Besides, I’m your wife. I can do whatever I want to you."
When she didn’t pretend to be calm, Bruce could still hold back his laughter.
As soon as Hilla pretended to be calm, he felt that she was really cute.
Her little face was pink and tender. She fiddled with her clothes and looked away nervously.
She stood there nervously as if she was seducing him.
Bruce’s eyes darkened. His gaze fixed on Hilla as if he was going to tear off her bathrobe.
Hilla saw that Bruce was calm and collected. Just as she was about to go to the bed, she saw Bruce slowly unbuttoned his shirt, take off it, and then take off his pants. Finally, he leaned back and lay flat on the bed.
The next second, Bruce turned to look at her and smiled, "Come on!"
Hilla was dumbfounded.
"W-what are you doing?"
"You said that you could do whatever you want to me. I’m ready. Just do whatever you want. I won’t struggle!"
Hilla suddenly felt her heart skip a beat and she wanted to curse.
She had never seen Bruce being so shameless before. To be exact, she had never seen Bruce lying in this way.
She couldn’t help but chicken out.
She hurriedly took a step back and forced a smile. "Are you not going to be a bit reserved?"
Bruce chuckled. Hilla was not as fearless as before.
"No need to be reserved. Anyway, I’m your husband and I can’t escape from you. Just do whatever you want. I’ll cooperate."
Bruce looked as if he was a piece of meat on the chopping block. Hilla could do whatever she wanted, and he would never have the heart to refuse.
Hilla was dumbfounded and she wanted to cry. She hoped that Bruce could struggle.
Or she would be guilty to grope him.
"I think we should go to sleep now!"
Hilla lowered her head and swallowed nervously. The next second, she was pulled onto the bed by Bruce.
Bruce laughed in her ear, "Do you want to twist my arm?"
Hilla forced a smile and said, "No, you will not be happy if I do that."
Bruce said, "I think it’s my pleasure!"