Chapter 154
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Tyrone was scared and quickly chased after him. "Mistress. Take an umbrella. Don't catch a cold."
In the villa, Derek was in the kitchen cooking when he suddenly heard Tyrone's words.
Looking at the time, he discovered that Bertha came home twenty minutes earlier than usual today. He was very happy, washed his hands, and went out to pick her up.
Derek had just gone out when he saw her open the door and go in. Her hair and body were all wet from the rain, her small shoulders were soaked by the rain.
Derek quickly went to the bathroom and got a towel to help her wipe her face.
"Didn't you bring an umbrella? The weather has gotten cold lately, so don't catch a cold. I'll make you a cup of ginger tea in a bit.
Bertha didn't say a word, she curled her lips and observed him.
When he saw him say those words of concern for her, his face did not change, the pampering in his eyes and his love seemed impossible to hide.
Derek used the name of love to make her lose her defense, so he could find a chance to save Laura.
He has too many tricks.
Derek noticed the air around her getting lower and lower, he realized she had something strange. "Bertha, what's wrong with you?"
Bertha pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes cold.
"There are a lot of fallen leaves in the flower garden. Hurry up and clean it up."
Derek unconsciously looked out the window. "But it's raining heavily outside."
"When it's all cleaned up, you can go inside."
Bertha didn't look at him, she finished speaking and went upstairs.
Derek felt like something was wrong with her tonight. Could it be that she was upset about something and wanted to vent her anger at him?
He smiled helplessly, went to the backyard, picked up a broom, and began sweeping up fallen leaves.
In less than five minutes, his whole body was soaked.
In the winter, the fallen leaves are a mess. When it rains, the leaves fall to pieces. No matter how much he sweeps, he can't clean them up.
Bertha stood by the window on the third floor, she looked out the window, dumbfounded.
If Derek loved Laura, he could have helped Laura get out of prison in the first place.
They could then directly become enemies, frankly confronting each other.
She can accept that he doesn't love her, or even hates her, but he shouldn't love her and cheat on her at the same time.
Bertha squeezed her palm, the fire in her heart burned fiercely.
She called Tommy into her room, and he and she stood by the window, and together they watched Derek sweep up fallen leaves in the flower garden.
Without waiting for Bertha to talk, Tommy got worried. "Mistress, yesterday, Derek's back was injured again, the rain was very cold. How long will he be able to do this now?"
Bertha stared at the man in the flower garden, she smiled coldly. 'You look at him like this, how did his back get injured?"
'Mistress, what do you mean?"
Bertha did not answer and continued to ask. "Yesterday when he was injured, did you look at his injuries?"
Tommy thought for a moment, not lying. "No, it was Derek who called me into the house. When I went in, I saw that he was half bandaged, but the wound was bloody, it couldn't be fake."
Not possible?
"Let him stand in the rain for another hour. If he still doesn't clean up, tell him to go inside."
"Yes."
It rained hard, it rained so much that it blinded my eyes.
Even though he bowed his head, Derek felt that there was still a gaze staring at him, and that gaze had been looking at him for a long time.
Bertha.
But today she made him feel very strange, compared to before, she seemed cold.
Does Bertha know he took Noa away?
An hour has passed.
Tommy walked out into the garden and called Derek up to Bertha's room to talk. He withdrew his thoughts and left the broom in the flower garden.
Before entering the house, he stopped walking.
He was soaked, he didn't want to dirty the newly cleaned floor, and he didn't want to dirty Bertha's room.
So, he stood at the door, wringing the water from his shirt and pants, and then went in, using a towel to dry his hair.
His whole body looked like he had just taken a shower, his short hair was neat and clean, and his white shirt hugged his body, showing off his toned abs, but because he was wet from the rain, his lips were a bit pale and he looks tired and weak.
Tommy stood quietly at the side and saw him adjusting his appearance carefully, meticulously little by little, Tommy quietly sighed.
Derek didn't know what was waiting for him in the next moments.
Derek was sensitive, he detected Tommy sighing. 'Tommy, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm OK." Tommy hesitated a bit. "Mr. Derek, you go in yourself, I won't go in."
"Okay."
Derek didn't hesitate, he went upstairs.
As soon as he opened the door, the low pressure in the room hit him straight in the face. Compared to the rain outside, it was even colder.
He unconsciously held his breath, raised his eyes, he met someone's cold eyes.
'Bertha, it's eight o'clock in the evening, are you hungry? Is the pressure at the company too great? Have you encountered anything difficult to resolve?"
His tone was very gentle and also carried a hint of luck.
Bertha smiled on the outside but not on the inside, she waved at him. 'You come here, a little closer."
Derek obediently walked over, he stood in front of her feet.
Without waiting for him to sit down, Bertha grabbed his shirt, which she pulled aggressively, causing the gauze bandage on his back to be exposed.
Derek was startled in fear. 'Bertha, you…"
Bertha didn't listen to him, she fiercely pulled the thick bandage on his back, and she tore it with force.
On his side, except for a very long scar, there were no injuries.
She laughed coldly and mockingly. 'You said you were injured yesterday, but today the wound has healed. You are fantastic."
Derek's heart trembled.
This was Liam's plan, he said that doing this wouldn't fool Bertha.
Bertha once said that she hated being deceived by others, this time Derek made a mistake and let her witness it.
