Chapter 192
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Now all it takes is for him to experience the pain she once endured.
Derek didn't delay any longer. He went to the backyard with a broom and seriously swept away the fallen leaves in the yard.
On an autumn night, the wind is bone-chillingly cold.
He was only wearing a thin shirt, his face was cold and pale. Even though he was holding a broom and doing a very ordinary job, his whole body still exuded arrogance and seriousness.
In the room on the third floor, Bertha did not turn on the light.
She stood quietly behind the window looking, her cold deep eyes not knowing what she was thinking.
After watching for a few minutes, she calmly withdrew her gaze and returned to bed.
Derek swept until two in the morning to clean the whole yard.
Because he only wore a thin shirt and was exposed to the cold wind for several hours, he caught a cold the next day.
Bertha had just woken up when she heard a cough coming from downstairs.
After getting ready and putting on makeup, she went downstairs and saw a tall figure busy in the kitchen, a hot breakfast was placed on the dining table.
Because he knew Bertha was awake, every time Derek coughed, he covered his mouth with his hand to keep from making too loud a sound.
Bertha stood on the stairs watching for a while, she saw all his small actions, her red lips slightly pursed into a straight line, she said nothing, and calmly walked down the stairs.
Derek heard footsteps, he turned his head and saw Bertha wearing a black velvet long-sleeved shirt with a snow-white skirt, her small shoulders looked very petite.
He quickly took the coat hanging on the door and helped her put it on.
"The weather is cold, even if you are indoors, you have to pay attention to keeping warm. Your body is very beautiful. Even if you wear more clothes, you will still be as beautiful."
Bertha did not refuse, she raised her face to observe him.
He was seriously dressing her, his eyes were deep and calm, making it difficult to hide his illness. His handsome face was a little pale, his thin lips were colorless.
'If you're sick, rest for a day. You don't have to go to Tibble Corporation."
Derek's hand that was helping her adjust her collar stopped slightly, he was stunned for a second and replied. "Okay."
After putting on his coat, he helped her pull out the chair. Bertha sat down in the chair and ate her breakfast in silence.
Bertha had just finished eating half of her meal when she heard a lot of noise outside the villa, it was the cheerful laughter of the bodyguards.
The stab wounds on Tommy and Donald are almost completely healed, and today they are discharged from the hospital. As for Archie, who just arrived here, except for a few bruises on his face, his health is fine.
Bertha let them in, and the three of them stood in the space in the living room.
They were almost the same height, with muscular bodies, long legs, and narrow waists, except for Archie who had slightly dark skin, overall he was quite handsome.
Bertha ate her porridge and smiled contentedly. 'Very well, you've come enough, the house will be very noisy later."
Derek stood silently to the side, his eyes also assessing the bodyguards who had just arrived, finally stopping on Archie's face.
He frowned. "Who are you?"
Archie bowed his head and answered calmly. "Mr. Derek, I'm a bodyguard, Miss. Bertha just accepted, my name is Archie."
Derek was still a little impressed with what happened on the bridge that day. He felt that Archie was very familiar, so he stared at Archie warily.
Bertha finished eating, she elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue, her tone calmly talking about today's arrangements. 'Donald and Archie followed me to the company, the remaining three stayed behind to guard the villa."
They all said in unison. 'Yes, Mistress."
Bertha went to Tibble Corporation, and even though Derek had a day off, he wasn't free.
Not going to the company doesn't mean you don't need to do housework.
He took two cold pills, then he was busy until the afternoon when suddenly he heard two resounding bird songs carrying a special signal.
It's Liam again.
He went down to the living room. He just opened the door and saw Liam strutting in from outside, followed by Jason who had just arrived from City S.
Derek looked helplessly at Liam.
Why does Derek have the feeling that this beach villa is Liam's house? He comes in and out very freely.
Did the Griselda family's bodyguards get close to him so quickly?
Derek was thinking, Liam smiled and walked towards him. Liam saw Derek's weak face, and Liam's voice became serious. 'Boss, I haven't seen you in a few days. Why are you sick? Your health is weak."
Derek's dark eyes lowered, and he gritted his teeth. 'I'm very strong."
Liam realized he said the wrong thing, so he quickly slapped him twice in the mouth, smiled, and said. 'I brought Jason, boss, you go talk to him. Let me handle the guards at Griselda's house, I guarantee I won't let them eavesdrop on your conversation."
Derek looked at Liam with warning eyes.
Liam understood, and he immediately raised his right hand. 'I promise there won't be any fighting, I'll talk to them properly."
Only then did Derek retract his gaze. He led Jason to the room on the second floor, closed the window, and sat on the single sofa next to the bed, his whole body exuding a cold and stern aura.
Jason stood upright in front of Derek. He saw that Derek's expression was so serious, that he quickly asked. 'Boss, do you have an important task that you need me to do?"
Derek gently touched his watch, he found it difficult to speak, his eyes were dark, and his expression was a bit awkward.
Jason suddenly became as careful as his boss.
But then he heard Derek ask again. 'Before… how did you pursue your wife?"
'Huh?"
Jason was bewildered.
This is… what is the problem?
Is it because the boss is divorced, so the fact that he is in love stimulates the boss's soul?
He almost immediately knelt on the spot, he kept crying out.
'Boss, I was wrong. I will never dare to secretly fall in love again, you forgive me this time... or you punish me a little lighter."
