Chapter 117
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Derek's face turned cold and he went to the kitchen to get another bowl and chopsticks.
Under Bertha's intense gaze, he picked up a piece of broccoli, without hesitation put it in his mouth, and chewed it, his face showed no emotion, and then he swallowed it right into his stomach.
All of his actions took place extremely smoothly and naturally.
Derek shrugged. "Just regular collard greens, would you try it?"
Bertha propped her chin with one hand and pointed at the plate of vegetables with the other. She spoke in a low and scary voice. "Eat this plate of vegetables for me."
Derek's face changed slightly, the next thing was the corner of his mouth curled up, and a smile appeared. "You said, you are the owner of this place, so this food is all for you, how can I eat it?"
Bertha didn't want to say much to him. "If you don't eat, I'll call the security team in here so they can help you eat."
"You…
Derek looked straight into her eyes without any hesitation. "Do you want to use the strong to oppress the weak?"
Bertha also did not deny it.
"That's right when dealing with a maid who won't listen, of course, I have to use strong measures. Do you want to eat yourself or should I call them in and feed you?"
Derek had no other choice.
Under Bertha's gaze, Derek's face gradually darkened.
His arrogance and hatred over the past few years had now been aroused four times by this woman, in just a few short hours.
Every time she stared at him, she smiled until her eyebrows arched, gentle and harmless as if using power to oppress the weak did not exist.
He can't be angry or refuse.
Derek picked up his chopsticks again, moving them towards the plate of green vegetables, even though he couldn't feel his arms shaking.
He held his breath, put the vegetable in his mouth, and tried to swallow it, in his mouth, he felt this nauseating taste.
Because he wanted to take revenge on Bertha to ease his anger, he almost put all the jars of spices regardless of color into this vegetable dish.
Who knew she was so wary? Not only did she not eat, but she also had a cunning smile on her face, as if she saw through Derek's acting.
He didn't give up, still trying to act calm and enjoy the delicious food, but as soon as he put a piece of vegetable in his mouth, his stomach rumbled.
Unable to bear it anymore, he immediately ran to the bathroom and vomited it all out.
Bertha laughed and clapped her hands, she admired Derek's endurance, he could eat it the third time before vomiting.
He wants to use this petty trick to deal with her?
It turns out this man is so naive.
"Mr. Derek, wasting food is not good, I punish you for not eating tonight."
Derek vomited all the food he had just eaten.
He heard Bertha's words but didn't want to react.
After vomiting all the food in his stomach, his throat felt as if it were on fire.
He decided not to eat, but Bertha still wanted to eat.
The two argued after nine o'clock at night, and Bertha felt a little hungry.
With Derek's cooking skills, she certainly had no hope of a good meal tonight.
She decided to cook herself a simple bowl of noodles.
The pot from before had been burned black, so Bertha could only take a new pot out of the kitchen cabinet.
Derek stood quietly at the door, watching her cook instant noodles.
Seeing her serious and not-at-all-busy figure, he suddenly felt a little panicked.
If time could go back three years, starting from when they had just gotten married, would everything be different?
If he hadn't agreed to divorce her then, they would have lived peacefully for the rest of their lives, which wouldn't have been so bad.
His train of thought suddenly stopped, and he laughed to himself, if Bertha knew what he was thinking, with her personality, she would probably say it. 'Are you not worthy to remarry me?"
Now he is just a contract maid, he is not worthy.
He was lost in thought, Bertha had finished cooking instant noodles. She just cooked a bowl of noodles for herself.
Not a single drop of pasta water remained in the pot.
This heartless woman punished him and didn't let him eat dinner.
He felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart. Seeing that Bertha was eating so well, he had nothing else to do. He was preparing to go to the second floor to clean up a room to live in.
"Stop."
Bertha called him. "You come here, stand opposite me, watch me finish eating."
Derek's face turned cold, he did as she said, and he stopped.
He didn't understand what she meant until the sweet aroma of the bowl of noodles entered his nostrils.
The noodles are so fragrant. She looks like she's eating very well.
Derek's throat suddenly moved, but his expression remained unchanged, still cold as ice.
At this time, Bertha told him to stand and "enjoy" others eating, which was torture.
Derek now understood that Bertha was trying to torment his taste buds.
After finishing the bowl of noodles, Bertha was full. She elegantly took a tissue to wipe her mouth, then looked back at the man standing across from her.
"Remember to clean the kitchen before going to bed, don't be lazy."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and prepared to go upstairs.
Her eyes glanced at the unusual white shirt on Derek's body.
She frowned, after walking a few steps, she gently pulled the shoulder of his shirt, and her face immediately turned slightly red.
"Like blood stains?"
Derek saw her dangerous eyes and immediately explained. "It's the blood in the pig's ribs. When I was washing the meat, I accidentally got it on my shirt."
She didn't believe it, her fingers touched his blood-stained shirt, and water pooled on her fingertips. Only then did she look up and look closely at Derek. She showed him the water on her finger.
Derek said calmly. "Because it was dirty, I just washed it again."
