Hideous.

Stacy moved her head, silently telling him no as her gaze was fixed on the ground, biting her lower lips harder.

Bruce held her arms on both sides, his worry about her increasing. "Tell me, Stacy. What is bothering you?” Bruce demanded, causing Stacy’s body to jerk up in surprise.

"It's - it's nothing, Mr. Yates,” Stacy stuttered.

"You are sure? You know you can talk to me about anything. You don't need to hide it,”

Stacy let out a deep sigh and slowly raised her gaze up to meet Bruce's stormy eyes. She realized that she had made Bruce unnecessarily worried and should just let him know rather than hide what bothered her.

"It's about Mr. Anderson,” Stacy mumbled which caused Bruce's ears to perk up.

"What about him? Did he do something to offend you? Hurt you? Did he say something you didn't like? Tell me, Stacy and I will take care of it. You don't need to do anything. No need to hide from me, Stacy,” Bruce urged, shaking her arms. He was ready to do anything to make su