Chapter 417 Fiancée_2

Steve Harris finally had some space and gritted his teeth before standing up. As soon as he was up, without a moment's pause, he hurriedly helped Bronte to his feet.

Ah——

Bronte had been recovering for quite a while and thought he could stand on his own, but when Steve Harris pulled him up, Bronte still felt completely incapacitated, in the kind of pain that screams for a painkiller shot, or even anesthetic would do—the agony was that torturous!

Steve Harris helped Bronte up and carefully laid him on the bed.

While Bronte was focused on his wailing, it took a moment before he realized that he was lying on something soft!

My God, he was actually on Boss's bed. Bronte thought about how he hadn't changed his clothes in two days and must be covered in dust from being outside; how could Boss let him lie on his bed?

Wasn't Boss someone with a cleanliness obsession?

Because of these thoughts, Bronte became restless. Despite the terrible pain he was in, he struggled to get up!