Bruce was stunned by the sudden slap.
Although his wife wasn't slapping him hard, the sound in the quiet bedroom was still shocking.
No one saw it, but he was also uncomfortable.
The dignified Mr. Anderson cared much about his reputation.
Hilla did not expect that she had struggled so hard to break free from Bruce's grip just now, and she didn't control it.
Through her fingers, Hilla saw the deep and cold eyes. He blinked at her innocently. "Please stop being so charming. I have decided to spare your life." Hilla thought. "It doesn't hurt if I hit you!"
Hilla wanted to withdraw her hand, but the next second, her wrist was held by another powerful hand. Before Hilla could figure out what had happened, she saw Bruce holding her fingertips.
Looking at her fair and delicate fingers and the scar on her face, Bruce lowered his head and kissed Hilla's hand.
"Yes, I am willing to."
He broke the rules!
Hilla blushed, and her heart beat faster as she was so excited.
