Chapter 206
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She called Allison to open a meeting, which they held until the afternoon.
Thinking that Derek was still in the hospital being treated, Bertha seriously thought for a moment. She called Tyrone over and told him to find a small item.
When it was time to get off work, Bertha packed up her papers and returned to the beach villa first.
Just as she reached the door of the villa, she saw Tommy.
She frowned. 'You weren't at the hospital looking after Derek, why did you come back?"
Tommy explained. "Mr. Derek said he didn't want to spend any more time in the hospital. After the doctor examined him again, he was discharged."
So quickly, has he been discharged from the hospital?
Bertha was silent, she was originally thinking of going to the hospital to visit him tonight.
If he's back, it seems his wound is much better.
She lifted her feet and was about to go inside the house. Tommy approached her and spoke in a low voice. 'Mistress, I feel like there's something strange about Derek."
'You also think he's weird." So it seems like Derek is weird.
Bertha frowned tightly, her eyes deep.
Tommy nodded. "As soon as Mr. Derek turned around, he went into his room and never came out."
'Okay, I know."
Bertha's expression was very serious, she went straight into the villa, up to the second floor.
Derek's door was closed but unlocked.
Bertha pushed the door open and walked in. The bed was neat, with no trace of where it had ever been.
Derek lay on the sofa next to the window, he was wearing a noble dark suit, he looked lazy and leisurely, his face was cold and he was enjoying the sunset outside the window.
Because it was autumn, the sunlight falling on his body was not warm.
The sunlight illuminated his perfectly handsome face with a pale halo, making his handsome face glow like a god.
Bertha walked closer to Derek, she noticed his thin lips were pale and dry, and his white face showed no blood, still looked sick.
'Don't lie flat, it will put pressure on your back injury."
Derek was admiring the sunset, when Bertha approached him, he realized.
'You're back."
He supported his body, he was about to stand up. 'Are you hungry? Now let me go cook."
'No need, your body is not comfortable, you should rest today."
Bertha pressed his shoulder, making him sit down.
She just touched Derek's body and discovered that his whole body was as cold as ice like there was no warmth.
Bertha frowned. 'Why are you so cold? Your face is very poor, is the wound on your back still very painful?"
Derek smiled, putting her at ease. 'My back doesn't hurt anymore. Because I lay down for too long, my limbs are cold, but I'm okay. I'll rest for two days and I'll be fine."
Bertha did not believe what he said.
He spoke extremely lazily, his eyelashes were always shaking, and she felt he was trying to appear healthy.
'You sit carefully, let me look at your wound." Having said that, Bertha raised her hand to take off his coat.
Derek quickly grabbed his collar, not letting go. 'My wound is okay, it's healed, and the wound is still wrapped in gauze, even if you took off my shirt you wouldn't be able to see it."
He's right.
Bertha angrily let go of her hand.
Losing support, Derek's body slumped slightly. He quickly reached back and leaned against the sofa.
Derek saw Bertha staring at him, the corners of his white mouth turned up, and his expression seemed lazy. 'It's rare to see you care about me like that, it's so good."
Bertha glanced at him.
But thinking that he had saved her this time, she didn't be sarcastic or mock him, she changed to a reasonable expression and said.
'You know I don't like to owe favors to others, this time you saved me, I granted you a request, what do you want?"
"Really?"
Derek raised his head slightly, he faced her, his dark eyes flashing.
Bertha added. 'Except for remarriage and love requests, I will do my best to accommodate everything else, you say."
Derek smiled.
She knows, he just wants that.
His time is running out anyway.
'So, you stand there, don't move."
Bertha nodded, she stood still.
Derek's hand left the chair, he mustered up the courage to put his hand through her jacket, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her small waist. 'Then it's okay if you let me hug you for a while. Just for a moment."
Her body was very warm, and Derek's whole body was cold.
This hug made him feel warm even to his heart.
'Is that all?"
Bertha was a little stunned.
Was his request that simple?
'Um…"
Bertha didn't move, she stood stiffly straight, letting his head rest against her stomach, his arms holding her waist tightly.
But after standing quietly for a while, she suddenly realized that her hands were hanging down, with nowhere to put them, a bit strange.
If it was his request, she wouldn't hug him back, which is not good.
So she unconsciously put her hand behind his back, she wanted to create a fake hug.
Her hand reached halfway and then stopped.
Thinking of the wound on his back, Bertha's fingers stiffened, and finally, she moved to stroke his hair.
His short black hair was clean, neat, and soft, and the feeling of her stroking his hair was very good.
Bertha couldn't stop.
Derek stroked his hair, and he frowned. He felt like she was patting her pet's head.
Originally, he was pressing against Bertha's stomach and didn't want to let go. After realizing this, he took the initiative to let her go.
Derek smiled faintly. 'Okay, my request is granted, you don't owe me anything anymore."
Bertha took back her hand that was stroking his hair.
Thinking for a moment, she took out a small, exquisite black gift box from her coat pocket and brought it in front of him.
'This is a thank you gift I wanted to give you."
Derek was suspicious, he raised his eyes to look at Bertha, so just now she let him make a request, she just wanted to know if his request was greedy.
He accepted the gift box Bertha gave him, his fingertips trembling slightly as he opened the gift box.
It was an injection the size of a little finger, very similar to the drug he was injected with a few months ago.
This is…
Derek furrowed his eyebrows, his dark eyes looking at her complicatedly.
