Chapter 267
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Although Bertha felt strange in her heart, she saw that he didn't seem to want to talk, so she didn't make things difficult for him anymore.
She walked alone to the front door of the villa and was about to raise her hand to knock when she suddenly discovered that the door was not closed.
She gently pushed the door open and walked in. Before she could see the scene inside the room, suddenly a very strong force appeared behind her, then her wrist was tightened, and her whole body was squeezed, pulled away.
The familiar and warm chest wrapped tightly around her body, to the point where her wrists began to tremble.
Bertha sensed that the other person was very tense.
"Shane, what are you doing?"
Shane was only wearing a white silk shirt, his thin lips were pale, and wanted to speak, but said nothing.
He slowly let go of Bertha's hand, then, he took a big step back, his knees sagged heavily, his back straight, just like that he knelt in front of her.
Bertha looked at that familiar action, it seemed like she understood in an instant, and the corners of her eyes immediately turned red.
"Derek."
That's not a question, but a statement.
"It's me."
Shane didn't lower his voice at all.
He looked at those clear, sparkling eyes that were sparkling with tears. His heart felt extremely sad. The shame made it difficult for him to breathe, and his eyes were also red.
Bertha raised her face, trying to hold back the tears that were falling. When she looked down, her face had returned to its original cold expression.
"You lied to me? It's obvious that you're not dead, but you didn't come to find me. You even intentionally sent a letter to me to deceive me. Do you think I'm a joke? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Lie to me five times seven times, do you think I'm stupid? But I don't recognize the movie you're playing."
"No, Bertha, I..."
"Shut up. You don't deserve to call me by my name? Don't you like calling me Miss. Bertha?"
Shane was so confused by her ferocity that he grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry, it was my fault last night, it was because I wasn't straightforward at the time, but I didn't lie to you when I wrote that letter, I can explain."
"Do you think I will believe what you say now? Why did you choose this evening to tell the truth, is because I discovered your deception, you are afraid of my investigation, you couldn't hide it from me any longer so you decided to admit it, right?"
Shane stood dumbfounded, even though what she just said wasn't completely true, it was seven or eight parts true.
Bertha looked at his face like that, she knew she had guessed right, the disgust and ridicule that appeared in her eyes became even deeper.
"I don't care if you are Shane or Derek. I hate people who deceive me the most, let alone those who use death to deceive my feelings. You are too much."
Shane raised his head, he tried to hold back his tears. "I didn't deceive your feelings. Can you hear me explain?"
"I don't want to hear it. I never want to see you again."
She immediately pulled away from his hand, then she turned around and tried to run out.
"Don't go, Bertha."
Shane kept kneeling like that and took two steps forward, he was about to hug her waist to keep her there.
"Get out."
Bertha turned around and slapped him in the face, her strength wasn't too strong.
One of Shane's cheeks was just a little red.
But Bertha didn't go anymore, because she discovered that even though she was slapped, Shane was still smiling.
His dark eyes lit up, and his voice was gentle. "Just one slap can calm your anger, right? If it's not enough, then just hit me. My skin is rough and thick, I won't be hurt."
Bertha glanced at him coldly.
It seemed like she wanted to see what trick he was planning to play, there wasn't a trace of warmth in her eyes.
Shane continued. "But don't hit me with your hand, it will hurt your hand. Use this and hit me, hit me until you stop being angry."
He said as he took out a wooden stick from behind his back and handed it to Bertha.
Bertha did not take it, nor did she say anything.
Shane stuffed the wooden stick into Bertha's hand.
Then he straightened his back, he raised his eyes to look at her with extremely hopeful eyes, yes, he hoped to be beaten by her.
Facing her, all his dignity was thrown away.
But Bertha became even more angry. She glanced at the wooden stick in her hand. Suddenly she remembered what Liam said before she went into the house. Only then did she understand what Liam meant.
He had to be on duty tonight, but now he deliberately came here to confess and wanted her to beat him.
He's not professional. On the one hand, he appeared to be docile, on the other hand, he was afraid of pain. He also told Liam to remind her, so that she doesn't act too evilly, they want to perform this play together for her?
If she didn't hit him a few times, she would be at fault for his elaborate performance.
'You prepared a wooden stick in advance, it seems you thought very carefully. Shane, do you think that your current status is more noble than before, so I don't dare to beat you?"
Shane raised his face to look at her, his red eyes showing anger. 'I made you angry so it was right that you hit me."
Look at what he said, his acting was much better than yesterday.
'Then I will grant this wish for you."
She raised the wooden stick high, her eyes cruel.
She was so excited that she wanted to hit him to the point that he bled and couldn't get up and had to cry and beg her for forgiveness.
But when she struck, she instinctively did not use all her strength but only used about five parts of her strength. She hit his left arm twice.
