Hilla smiled at Lori, who was standing there nervously, and said, "Ms. Gilmore, you don't have to. It's just a piece of clothing."
"No, no, it is too expensive. It is a waste to give it to me. It is better to give it back to Ms. Holt."
Lori waved her hand and subconsciously gripped the bag tighter.
Hilla frowned and then said with an unconcerned smile, "It's just a piece of clothing, and it was custom-made for you. You have saved Bruce, and I wanted to thank you."
As they talked, Bruce had already finished his breakfast. He elegantly wiped his mouth and stood up, "I am going to the company."
Hilla smiled and nodded. She watched as Bruce bent down and gently kissed her forehead.
Orlenna rolled her eyes and pretended to ignore them.
She was too experienced to feel embarrassed.
Hilla blushed. After all, there were others by the side.
She was a little shy to do so before other people.
Bruce left calming, leaving Hilla behind. She drank a mouthful of milk and recovered.
