Bruce was a magnet, he knows that. Magnet to women—men- even. And he's not a type of person who's going to sway someone's spouse, that's crazy.... Right?

"having trouble there, sweetheart?" The billionare casually leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen with an easy smile and body language, like always. ahem, like i said, he's not that kind of type, unless the husband were so damn fool.

It's not the first time he saw his fellow friends, if that's what he called, treating his spouse like crap, physically, even. And the way he just brushed it off and laughed as he was never leaving bruises on his own lover arms, or even other parts.

"your husband must be a pain in the back, isn't he." Bruce chuckled as he entered the kitchen fully and moves to leaning against the kitchen counter instead, "must be tiresome for you, love." When he saw the knife and the vegetables, he shook his head lightly, "let me help you." without even waiting a permission, he moved to stand behind the other and placed his hand over the surprisingly soft hand, no wonder his friend fell in love. Lucky bastard.

"do it like this, it's more safer." he hummed.