Chapter 119
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It was like he couldn't think of any reasonable reason to refute Bertha.
She didn't want to continue exposing him, she said. "It's past one o'clock in the morning. I advise you to take the time to sleep. Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, you have to get up to make breakfast for me. Don't do any more tricks this time, otherwise, you won't even think about eating for the rest of the day."
Having finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the third floor.
Hesitating for a long time, there was no more sound outside. That person guessed he realized something was strange when he saw what Derek said.
Derek closed the window curtains, planning to find a chance to contact Liam later.
The next morning, Derek woke up on time. He saw the guards busy pushing something from outside into the living room.
He walked over to look and saw that it was his luggage.
It was early in the morning and they already brought his luggage here.
A bodyguard saw Derek, he pointed at the cartons, his tone arrogant.
"Please pack your bags before Miss. Bertha wakes up, she doesn't like dirty things, if she sees it she will be upset."
Derek said nothing.
He knew in his heart that these people were deliberately making things difficult for him.
With his current strength, moving one box is tiring.
How can these things be moved in such a short time? Besides, before Bertha woke up, he had to finish breakfast.
The bodyguard looked at Derek standing motionless, mocking. "Mr. Derek, you can't say no because you're a man. If you really can't do it, you can ask us to help you."
Derek's eyes immediately turned cold, his eyebrows furrowed, and he began to move his luggage up to his room.
Waiting until Bertha came out of the room, she saw Derek's forehead covered in sweat, and his white shirt was also wet with sweat and stuck to his body, revealing his curves and abs.
Bertha knows that his figure is very beautiful, but now she has no interest in his body at all.
She asked. "Have you finished making breakfast?"
"There's one last box of stuff left, wait for me a moment." Derek gritted his teeth, it seemed like talking would drain his strength even more.
Bertha nodded, she was in no hurry, leisurely walking downstairs to the living room.
Suddenly she discovered that the medicine box she had taken from the closet yesterday was nowhere to be found.
Her face remained unchanged, she slowly walked to the sofa, watching a drama on TV.
Ten minutes later, Derek finished showering and changed into clean clothes before going downstairs.
When he passed Bertha, he didn't even glance at her and went into the kitchen.
Bertha guessed that he hadn't started cooking yet, so she stood up and went into the kitchen.
Bertha saw Derek put two hot dishes on the kitchen table, then he went back into the kitchen to get cups and chopsticks.
Bertha was stunned on the spot. She observed the other person's busy appearance, her heart wavered a little.
It was only one evening but this man was used to all her arrangements. In the morning, carrying such heavy furniture, he also had to make breakfast. But he prepared everything in a short time, he completed all the difficult things she asked for.
This man is not simple.
Bertha seemed to feel he was hiding something.
While she was thinking, Derek had finished clearing the dishes. He stood quietly to the side, waiting for her to sit down.
Bertha looked at his obedient appearance, she felt strange.
This man, what tricks is he hiding?
Even though she thought that in her heart, Bertha still had no unusual expression on her face, and she started to sit down to enjoy breakfast.
The cooked porridge was thin, the radishes lacked salt.
But compared to yesterday, it was still edible, and Bertha didn't mean to make things difficult for him.
Reluctantly swallowing two spoons of porridge, she put the spoon down.
Derek immediately collected the dishes and brought them to the sink to wash them.
Seeing that it was still early, Bertha continued to sit on the sofa, watching movies and eating fruit.
From time to time she glanced at Derek's extremely pitiful figure, squatting on the mop. She felt that the fruit was very delicious, and her mood was also very comfortable.
Previously, Mrs. Victoria deliberately made it difficult for her, she did not allow Bertha to use the mop in the villa, and she said she had to wipe it by hand to be clean.
Perhaps Mrs. Victoria couldn't have imagined that one day her beloved son, whom she was always proud of, would squat on the ground and clean the house of the woman she hated the most in the world.
Truly retribution, Bertha felt extremely comfortable.
Bertha curled her lips into a smile, reached out to stuff a cherry into her mouth, and her phone suddenly rang.
It's Allison.
"Boss, Mr. Devon is here. He's screaming in your office. He said he wanted to find you to talk to. If you don't come, he won't go."
Bertha was silent for a few seconds before speaking. 'Okay, I know."
'Wasn't old fox Devon taken out of town by Zillah? Why did he come back so quickly?'
She thought as she unconsciously glanced at the man who was still cleaning.
He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a white shirt combined with black pants, extremely harmonious.
From general manager to housekeeper, he adapted so quickly that Bertha doubted he had experienced something similar before.
Or have you had experience with inhumane training?
Even though he was doing something extremely embarrassing, his whole person still radiated a noble aura, as if that nobility was seeped into his bones and blood.
At the same time, Bertha discovered that because he was tall, he had to kneel to clean.
But after just cleaning the house for a while, he started sweating again and his thin lips were bleeding.
It seemed that this position... not only made him tired but also caused him a lot of pain.
'His hips…'
Bertha stepped forward and spoke. "Don't clean the house anymore. When you get back, continue doing it. Now, you follow me to the company."
Having said that, she turned to walk away. When she turned around, she saw Derek breathing a sigh of relief as if he had been freed.
At the same time as he stood up, he placed his hand on his hip and silently rubbed his knee.
Bertha didn't say anything, she turned around and walked out the door, Derek followed her silently and got in the car.
