Chapter 275
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Shane regained his cold expression as before. 'Let's talk about work."
Liam quickly changed his expression to a serious one. 'Tonight, Miss. Bertha silently led me to Miller's house to capture Anselm to take revenge for you."
Knowing that Bertha had not left, Shane's eyes were much softer. 'What did she do to him?"
'She…" Liam thought for a moment, he rearranged his words. 'She stabbed Anselm in the chest and tied him up, then she covered his body with itching powder. She is truly cruel."
Liam continued. 'However, this is not a small matter. Anselm's father will not let this matter go. I guess there may be a battle tomorrow morning."
"You send your subordinates to guard, don't let them come to Griselda's house and cause trouble."
'Yes, Boss."
'I went into the room with Bertha."
He waved his hand and without waiting for Liam to answer, he quickly returned to the hospital room.
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Next morning.
Shane didn't like letting the female nurse give him intravenous fluids. He asked a young nurse to carry a tray with medical equipment and enter the hospital room.
As a result, when he pushed the door open, he was so startled that he became dizzy.
Shane was dressed in hospital clothes, and he sat on the edge of the bed, feeding pieces of breakfast to Bertha, who had just woken up in the hospital bed.
The nurse was confused.
After all, who is the patient?
He stood frozen in place for a long time, looking at Shane's straight and arrogant back, he silently expressed his admiration.
Shane pampers his wife very much.
Shane didn't care if anyone saw them or not, he just knew Bertha was tired last night, and she needed to nourish herself little by little.
Moreover, how hard it is for him to convince his wife to return to his side. He must pamper her to the point that she can never leave him, otherwise she wouldn't be able to leave him and decide her own life.
But Bertha couldn't help but care, she noticed the young nurse's eyes, and she refused Shane to continue feeding her. 'You come here."
The guy carrying the tray walked over, and Shane voluntarily held out his left hand for him to inject.
Bertha prepares to get out of bed. She wanted to give up her hospital bed so Shane could receive an IV drip.
But as soon as she stood up, Shane pushed her back down onto the bed, his tone sweet. 'You worked hard last night. You should lie down a little longer. Does your waist still hurt? Wait a minute, I'll help you massage."
Bertha blushed.
There is someone else here, how could he say these shameless words? This will make others think inappropriate things.
"Hate you."
Bertha gently pushed his shoulder, her small face became redder and redder like an angry carrot, and she buried her face in the blanket.
Shane found her actions adorable, and he smiled.
But the nurse next to him felt uncomfortable.
Shane spoke coldly, glaring at the young nurse. "Hurry up."
'Yes, Mr. Shane."
Waiting until the young nurse went out, Shane looked at the girl under the blanket. His right hand reached into the blanket, his palm gently rubbing her slim waist.
'If I massage like this, will you feel more comfortable?"
His voice was low, completely soothing.
Bertha was under the blanket and didn't say a word, but inside she very much agreed with what Shane said. After a few hours last night, her small waist was very tired. Even now, her legs were still weak, so weak that they trembled.
She opened the blanket and sat up suddenly, dissatisfied. 'I was very healthy last night. Wait until you recover your health then try it."
The smile on Shane's face deepened, his elbow stretched out to hug her, the tip of his nose gently rubbed the tip of her nose and spoke softly.
'Bertha is so healthy, you finished breakfast and some desserts, do you still want…"
Bertha raised her hand to stop him, pushing his face away. 'You don't know how to act shy. Shameless."
Shane rubbed his head in her lap, smiling.
If he is ashamed, how can he still pursue his wife?
Bertha irritably ruffled his short, silky hair and then helped him comb each strand, which she did tirelessly.
The two were joking around when suddenly someone knocked on the door of the hospital room.
The person who entered was Anselm's father's bodyguard, his tone was serious. "Mr. Shane, last night Mr. Anselm is injured, he accuses this matter of having something to do with Miss. Bertha. Miss. Bertha is your fiancee, of course, you cannot escape responsibility for her affairs. Therefore, I invite you to quickly return home."
Shane didn't respond, it was as if he hadn't heard, his head still nestled in Bertha's lap, not getting up.
But Bertha coldly glared at the bodyguard. 'Don't you have eyes? Don't you see that Shane is seriously injured? Anselm sent his bodyguard here because he thought life was too long, right?"
'Furthermore, who is the head of Miller's house now? Is this the attitude you have when talking to your master?"
'Yes yes, I'm sorry, this is the first time I have done this mission, please Mr. Shane and Miss. Bertha forgives."
He thought that he was a subordinate of Anselm's father so he did not put the two of them in his eyes.
Who knows Shane doesn't talk but Bertha speaks directly to him. He was confused by her ferocity, but when he looked at Shane's back, he was much more respectful.
Bertha is protecting Shane. He was very happy in his heart, he directly played the role of a good guy. "Wait for me to finish the IV drip. I'll be back in about two hours."
"Okay." Before leaving, the bodyguard added one more sentence. 'Miss. Bertha is your fiancee, if it's convenient, she can also go home with you."
'Um."
Shane gently agreed. After the door closed, as he wanted to continue burying his head in Bertha's chest, she pinched his face.
'Bertha, don't…"
