The gentle light in the room illuminated the room. It cast a shadow on the two people cuddling up to each other on the bed.
The air conditioner in the room blew gently, causing the air to gradually be filled with a gentle air in the cozy room.
Hilla Holt held Bruce Anderson's hand. His wide palm was dry and warm. His fingers were long, and his knuckles prominent. It had the masculine quality of a man's hand and the gentle air of a woman's hand as well.
His hand looked really good. Those hands alone could attract a lot of girls' attention.
Hilla Holt placed her head on his arm and grabbed Bruce Anderson's palms tightly. She was so upset that she started crying softly. "Bruce, I feel horrible!"
Her body and heart both felt horrible.
After the Holt family went bankrupt, she heard far too many malicious comments and hurtful words. Everyone could bully her, humiliate her, and even scheme against her.
