"Hilla, you're… You'll submit to pressure after refusing me!"
Rudi Anderson was stunned. He could hear the mockery in Hilla Holt's voice, and immediately, he wanted to pounce on her in anger.
Hilla Holt turned around and swiftly grabbed the acupressure point above Rudi Anderson's elbow. As she saw the ugly face the man bore when he winced, she sneered. "Even if Bruce is just lying in bed, he looks much more pleasant to the eye compared to you."
"Hilla, why are you doing this to yourself? Bruce is comatose, and you're suffering by being a widow even though he's still alive. The Anderson family will belong to me sooner or later. If you get together with me, I won't mistreat you."
When Rudi Anderson saw that he could not win, he could only try to please and patronize her.
The disgust in Hilla Holt's heart was replaced by some other emotion. She gave a mocking smile, and the mole under her eye became even more bewitching.
