The person outside the door was surprised by his greeting, but then he smiled and patted Alex on the head.
"Little Emma, don't you recognize me?"
Alex looked at the stranger outside the door, utterly confused.
Cecilia had just finished drying her hair. Hearing the commotion, she walked over and her expression softened quite a bit.
"Emma, this is Uncle Bruce."
‘Bruce? Who is that?’
Alex stared at the man in front of him, hatred welling inside him.
He was a tall man wearing a custom-made suit. His short hair was of light natural curl, neatly tucked behind his ears.
His deep brown eyes seemed to resemble that of Westerners, which expressed a peculiar melancholy. His skin was so pale it almost shone, and he smelled a bit like sandalwood.
Most importantly, he seemed to be close with Cecilia.
This was mainly because they were doing a cheek-to-cheek greeting, with Alex trapped right in the middle.
How annoying!
