Chapter 262
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Shane considered for a moment. "Wait a little longer."
An hour later, Shane returned to Miller's house.
He remembered that today he was punished by Mr. Miller.
Shane saw Harold waiting at the door as soon as he entered the house. Of course, he had been waiting for Shane for a long time.
"Young master, the master returned in the evening and said he didn't feel well. You should go see how he is."
Shane didn't think much and immediately followed Harold.
When walking to the living room on the second floor, Harold suddenly stopped and posed invitingly at him.
He frowned. 'This is not Grandpa's room, why did you bring me here?"
Uncle Harold's expression did not change at all. "His arms and legs are weak, he feels uncomfortable, that's why he's in this room."
Shane didn't say anything, he of course didn't believe Harold's words.
Uncle Harold looked him straight in the eye, insisting. 'Young master, do you think I make fun of my boss's health? The boss is inside, please come in quickly. If you're late, the boss will be angry."
He was suspicious but still pushed the door in. Just two steps into the room, Harold immediately pushed him in from behind, then closed the door and locked it.
"Harold, open the door."
Shane knocked on the door for a while but there was still no sound outside, it seemed that Harold had left.
Shane was confused when a gentle yet familiar female voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Don't knock on the door anymore. Mr. Shane, you keep avoiding me so Mr. Miller deliberately arranged tonight's matter."
This voice…
Shane held his breath, and the corner of his eyes glanced slightly backward.
Bertha sat on the sofa by the window, she was drinking red wine, her back to him.
He held his hand so tightly that he was sweating. He happily thought, could it be that she was drunk?
Will she be as gentle with him as she was two nights ago?
"I think that I don't know Mr. Shane at all, but you plan to get engaged to me. You should explain a few words to me about this."
Shane pushed hard on the door handle, his heart filled with despair.
Because Bertha spoke very clearly and coherently, her breathing was stable, and she had only had two drinks, she was not drunk yet.
So is he done for tonight?
But he still hasn't thought about how to face her...
He quickly walked to the window, preparing to jump out of the window to escape.
Bertha's calm voice rang out. "Mr. Miller ordered all the windows to be locked. I heard the windows are made of bulletproof glass and cannot be broken. We were just chatting, what are you afraid of?"
This time he couldn't escape.
Shane unconsciously touched his face. He was still wearing the devil mask, Bertha certainly wouldn't recognize him easily.
He cleared his throat. "Miss. Bertha, you're joking. I don't know you at all. It's only because the fortune teller said we're compatible that I got engaged to you."
Bertha put down the glass of red wine, turned back to look at him, and said. "I told you last time, I already have someone..."
Her voice suddenly stopped.
The man standing by the window wore a straight, noble, and dignified suit.
Just as he stood there, a familiar feeling that penetrated deep into her bones entered her eyes.
Her expression gradually froze, she carefully assessed the man by the window from top to bottom.
Shane noticed the change on her face, he felt restless and gulped slightly.
"Mr. Shane, you look very much like one."
Bertha stood up, frowned, and slowly walked towards Shane.
"You must have mistaken someone, we haven't met yet."
His eyes were cold, his voice was low and slightly hoarse.
Bertha looked at his familiar black eyes, her eyes were red.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed his vest collar, pressing him hard against the window glass.
'What are you pretending? Derek, you thought I wouldn't recognize you if you wore a mask? Your eyes, your every little gesture, you can deceive others but you cannot deceive me."
Derek's whole body felt numb.
Does he have to confess?
Who knows, maybe Bertha will think he's been deceiving her all along.
She hates being lied to the most. She didn't like him from the beginning. After the incident, she will hate him even more. She will never forgive him.
'Why aren't you dead yet but don't come looking for me? Why did you turn into Shane? What happened before that? Derek. Please explain clearly to me."
Bertha gripped his collar so tightly that her hands shook, her eyes filled with surprise, suspicion, and anger.
"Miss. Bertha, I..."
"What do you call me?"
Bertha's other hand suddenly rose, she bent her elbow, brutally punching him in the stomach without mercy.
Shane was in so much pain that his face contorted, he couldn't control himself, arching his back. Next, Bertha grabbed him by the collar and pushed him hard against the window glass.
It wasn't that he didn't fight back, he was afraid that if he didn't know the severity, he would injure Bertha.
But Bertha is different.
Every time she strikes, she uses all her strength.
That small face glared at him angrily, her reason was almost swallowed whole.
There was only one thought in her mind, Derek wasn't dead, he was still alive.
But why didn't he come to find her?
Why doesn't he accept her?
'You won't admit it, right? Good. I did it myself."
She reached out and took off his mask.
Derek covered his face with his hands. "Miss. Bertha, we just met for the first time tonight but you did that to me, I think that's not okay."
'You are my fiancé, what's wrong with me touching you? Why don't you dare show me your face? If you're Shane, not Derek, then why are you stressed?"
"I..."
