The Truth About Revenge On Boyfriend

When Bruce came back, he carried a lot of bags in his hand.

Bruce and Jenny walked in one after another with a smile.

There was only a Chanel bag on Jenny's shoulder, and the weight of everything was on Bruce.

When she entered the room and saw me on the sofa, her red lips curled into a smile.

"Celia, your boyfriend is not bad. He's qualified. I'll try not to make things difficult for him when we play games before you two getting married."

It was a hot day, but there was no sweat on her body.

Bruce took the bag from her shoulder so naturally and hung it at the door.

Then, he took out Jenny's slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her.

"Of course, I'm the best boyfriend. Otherwise, how could I win my sweetie's heart?"

When he turned his head and saw his dad, his face darkened.

"Dad, if you came down a little later, my shoulder would have been broken."

When Bruce's mom saw his expression, she stopped in her tracks.

She could only explain with a smile, "It's my fault. I answered the phone late, and your father was helping me in the kitchen."

In order to ease the atmosphere, she took the initiative to ask Bruce, "By the way, have you arranged everything for Celia's mom in the hospital? Celia is at home today, and there is no one there. Is everything okay?"

Originally, she wanted to change the topic to ease the mood of Bruce, but when he mentioned my mother, his face was full of impatience.

"Can't I go home without arranging it? Don't worry, I'll take care of it over there."

The atmosphere became heavy in an instant.

Hearing this, I took a deep breath to suppress my emotions.

Jenny tried to smooth things over for him.

"Auntie, uncle, don't worry. He treats Celia's mother well. He has been busy these days. Today is such a big day, but you ask this question as if you don't trust your son."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bruce's mom smiled awkwardly.

"It's my fault. When did my son make a mistake? Come on, wash your hands. It's almost time for dinner."

Bruce took Jenny to the bathroom in person.

When they came out, Jenny's face was full of smiles.

However, I was keenly aware that the lipstick on her lips had parted a little.

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart.

Bruce looked at the table and frowned instantly.

He said coldly, "Mom, Jenny is allergic to seafood. How can she eat the food you cook?"

Bruce's mom looked at me helplessly, not knowing how to explain it.

Moments later, before Bruce could lose his temper, I got up and said,

"I'll make some new dishes for her."

So the four of them sat outside, because Bruce was so angry that they didn't dare to eat.

It wasn't until I brought out a few more dishes that the gloominess in his eyes dissipated a little.

Seeing this, his parents hurriedly praised.

Jenny took a bite and served Bruce some.

"It tastes good."

The dining table was almost full.

I smiled and said, "You guys eat first. I'll put away the food made by Bruce's mom so we can have them later."

Her face was full of guilt. "Sorry to trouble you. I meant to cook more so you can have more choices, but I didn't expect..."

I smiled comfortingly at her and carried the seafood into the kitchen.

I put the dishes into the refrigerator one by one.

After a while, there was a dull thud outside, and the chairs fell to the ground one by one.

One, two, three.

In the end, only Bruce was still struggling.

He used his last bit of strength to stagger to my side.

Bruce asked weakly but angrily, "What did you do? Bitch, are you crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he also fell to the ground powerlessly.