Chapter 258
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"Stay away from me."
Shane is helpless.
Seeing that she still seemed drunk, he spoke hoarsely. 'Miss. Bertha, I'm Shane."
Shane?
Bertha silently read the name again.
These past few days, the name she heard the most was this name that made her extremely disgusted.
She took the object on the nightstand as a weapon and scolded fiercely.
'This bastard. Do you want to marry me? Dream away. I will take you to hell."
Shane was kicked hard by her in the side, causing him so much pain that his whole body convulsed.
He held one of his hips, and before the pain subsided, Bertha quickly picked up the decorative flower vase on the nightstand and prepared to throw it on his head.
Shane quickly hugged his head, bending over.
He didn't fight back, nor did he dodge, letting her hit him.
The vase in Bertha's hand hit him repeatedly on his back.
Because she was dizzy, her strength was weak, but when the hard vase hit his back, he still felt pain.
Shane is haunted by this.
He thought sadly, from now on his bedside table definitely couldn't have anything that could be used as a murder weapon.
Banging a few times in a row, as if still angry, Bertha smashed the vase on the table, the porcelain fragment shattered, and then she held a sharp piece of porcelain and pointed it aggressively at him.
"Bertha!"
Shane was afraid that the piece of porcelain in her hand would hurt her, so he had to step back and dodge.
Because he was hesitating, he couldn't avoid it in time. He was cut into his right collarbone by a piece of porcelain. A streak of blood appeared on his skin. Very quickly, the blood seeped onto his shirt collar.
Shane immediately grabbed her wrist and threw the weapon in her hand away.
Bertha angrily glared at his demon mask and said. "Shane. Are you wearing this silly toy on purpose to scare me? I want to see how ugly your face is under this mask."
"Don't, I..."
Before he could explain, Bertha hit her head against his forehead.
By the time he released her hand, Bertha's wrist was free, and she took off his mask.
Shane was stunned, he didn't expect that she was drunk but still so healthy.
Having his mask removed, he immediately turned his back to her, not daring to look back, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.
But.
Wait a moment, a moment later...
The woman who was still screaming fiercely behind her at first suddenly became silent, and the atmosphere became quiet again.
He turned slightly, glancing at her.
He saw that Bertha had fallen into bed and was fast asleep, her forehead still red. It was obvious that she had just hit her head against his forehead, causing her to faint.
At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, but now that he thinks about it, he still feels scared.
The collarbone was a bit painful, he pressed his hand on it, and fresh blood stuck to his fingertips, which clearly explained everything that had just happened.
The corners of Shane's eyes turned red. She hit him and his whole body ached.
He took care of her when she was drunk. He didn't expect that even though she was drunk, she still hit him so hard.
He knew she had someone she liked for a long time, and learned that the person she liked was Noa. In the end, he was also assaulted by her, and the despair he had been pent up all day finally could no longer be suppressed.
The bridge of his nose couldn't help but sting, his eyes were red and watery.
At that moment he sadly stared at the blood on his fingertips, Bertha lying on the bed gently opened her eyes, and she quietly stared at him for a long time.
Shane vaguely recognized her eyes.
He turned his head just in time to meet Bertha's eyes.
What... what look is this?
Did she recognize him?
Shane swallowed nervously, his mind quickly worked, and he immediately thought of a reason that could trick her into letting it go.
Without waiting for him to speak, Bertha sat up and approached him, her hands hugged his face, her face was pink and she smiled happily.
"I'm dreaming, right? As expected, only in dreams can I see you. Although it seems your face is not the same this time, you are still very handsome..."
Her breath blew across Shane's face, carrying the strong scent of alcohol.
His mind was blank, looking at her stunned.
"I don't care, this is my dream, I decide."
She smiled and continued to press closer to him, an evil look on her face.
While he was still stunned, her small mouth gently kissed his cold lips.
Shane was full of surprise, the soft feeling on his lips had not disappeared, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he stood frozen in place.
Just now... did she... actively kiss him?
Bertha smiled happily, her small face was extremely satisfied, but her eyes were still dreamy, it was obvious that she was still not awake.
Shane's back was stiff, he didn't dare move.
He didn't know if she would do something else that startled him next.
Slap him, or kick him?
Under his suspicious gaze, Bertha's small hand gently hugged his waist. Her eyes suddenly looked down, she suddenly saw the blood on his collar, her expression suddenly hurt, she said. "Why were you injured in the dream? Whoever injured you, I will beat that person to death."
Shane's recent injustices and self-pity were suddenly erased with this heartbreaking look in her eyes.
Even though he knew she was probably mistaking him for someone else now.
His tone was gentle and comforting to her. "I'm not in pain."
Bertha pouted, looking very unhappy.
"But I'm heartbroken."
As soon as she finished speaking, she approached him and gently kissed the wound on his collarbone.
