Chapter 223
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But her eyes stopped on the hand-sized wound on his back.
Bright red flesh and blood, ugly wounds, it's easy to attract others' attention.
Furthermore, this injury was caused by him shielding her, otherwise, the injured area could very well have been her face.
Thinking of this, Bertha's heart was extremely complicated. Her wrist seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force. She couldn't bear to hit him.
She silently sighed, her whole body suddenly seemed to lose all strength.
Because she realized that she was starting to hurt him.
This feeling made her feel very uncomfortable.
Being in Tibble's family for three years was like living in hell, she had never felt a ray of warmth. After the divorce, during this time, she felt Derek's changes and feelings. If she said she wasn't emotional, she'd be lying.
But.
That's the old path, she absolutely won't go again.
Constantly losing him and her thoughts, in the end, the injured person was still her.
She trembled and clutched her belt tightly as if she had made a great determination.
A sound rang out.
Bertha did not attack the wound on his back. Next to that wound was a red bump the size of two fingertips on his shiny, honey-colored skin.
Derek didn't move, his mouth didn't utter a word, and he didn't frown.
Except for his muscles, his whole body was unconsciously tense, the rest seemed to feel no pain.
Bertha looked back at the red mark she made, unconsciously looking at the wound in the middle of his back, the flesh wound mixed like the burn on her eyes.
Suddenly her heart was in chaos, she couldn't fight a second time.
'You put on your clothes, and get out."
She lifted her leg and kicked his shoulder hard, then threw the belt back to him. 'Go away, I'm tired."
With that, she turned her back to Derek and snuggled into the blanket.
Her kick was so sudden that Derek couldn't prepare, he staggered a bit.
He slowly put on his belt, stood up, and went to the dressing table, grabbing his shirt and vest.
Because the bandage had been taken off, if he put the shirt on directly, it would dirty the clothes, so he could only hold the shirt in his hand.
As he tilted his head, he saw Bertha lying on her side with her back towards him. She hadn't changed her clothes yet so she just pretended to sleep.
'Bertha, you're still wearing your coat. If you sleep like that, it will be uncomfortable."
Bertha said angrily. 'I like it, go away, hurry up."
Derek still didn't move, he stood at the end of her bed, his eyes still lingering on her body.
Bertha felt that she was angry, and sat up, her small face was full of anger, she took a pillow and threw it at Derek.
"Go out."
Derek picked up her pillow for her and placed it on the dressing table.
She took another pillow and threw it at him.
Derek didn't shy away, he picked it up, a gentle smile on his face.
Bertha was really angry, she threw all the objects on the dressing table such as tissue boxes, jewelry, books,... at Derek.
As a result, Derek picked them up very easily, then he helped her put them on the dressing table.
He still maintained that gentle smile on his face.
But in Bertha's eyes, that smile seemed to provoke her.
She went crazy, her hands rummaged on the nightstand for a while, but there was nothing, she lowered her head to look, except for the table lamp, all the furniture had been thrown away by her.
So she reached guiltily toward the desk lamp, which was still plugged in. She did not turn off the lights first but used force to pull out the power cord.
Derek saw her movements and quickly raised his hands in surrender. 'No, I was wrong, I will leave immediately."
Bertha glared at him fiercely, until he closed the door, went out, and disappeared before her eyes, then she put the table lamp back in its place.
Looking at the objects placed on the table opposite, she quietly sat down on the bed, took a pillow, and placed it on the bed, she took a few deep breaths to stabilize her mood, and then she went into the bathroom and washed her face.
Next morning.
At breakfast, Bertha did not speak to Derek. No matter what he said, she didn't care.
After silently finishing breakfast, she went to the company to work.
Because she had given Bruno to Derek, she just had to wait for the results.
Arriving at the office, she called her eldest brother, Fawn.
She told Fawn the name of the drug Derek mentioned last night.
What Fawn said was the same as what Derek said.
She contacted the Black Dragon gang, she told them to look for a photo of the skin damage caused by the powerful S404.
After ten minutes, the Black Dragon sent the image to her phone.
She looked closely at the photo, it looked exactly like the wound on Derek's back.
So at that time, was everything he said true?
But if it didn't hurt Derek's life, why did Bruno say he would help her deal with Derek?
Bertha always felt she was missing something, but didn't know what it was.
She called Tommy. 'During this time, please quietly monitor Derek, reporting all of his actions after he goes out. You must not let him find out about you and try to listen to everything he says to his subordinates."
Even though Tommy didn't know what she meant by that, he still nodded in response.
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After Bertha went out, Derek washed the dishes, cleaned the house, and went to the suburbs to solve Bruno's problem.
Liam saw his boss, he slowly ran in front of Derek, smiling flatteringly.
'Boss, good morning."
Derek glanced at him. 'What's wrong?"
Liam shook his head. "He didn't say anything. After all, he sneaked in everywhere to secretly investigate. He was very stubborn."
Derek glanced around the small room, his expression cold.
"Tomorrow at the latest, you should find a way to make him tell everything."
"Yes."
