Chapter 285
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However, his injuries have improved a lot, so why are the bruises on his body still so obvious?
Strange.
She frowned and glanced coldly at Shane, discovering that his eyes were avoiding her.
'It's been a few days, why haven't the wounds on your body disappeared yet? Are you pinching yourself?"
'How can I do it?"
Shane firmly refused to admit it. 'How could I do such a strange thing, but this is the first time you've taken the initiative, can you just consider it to leave memories?"
Bertha frowned, clearly she still had doubts in her heart.
'Bertha, I want to take a bath."
Shane interrupted her thoughts, he stared into her deep dark eyes, tinged with a shimmering light.
Bertha hardly thought about it. 'No, your wound isn't completely healed yet. It can't be exposed to water. Let me ask Liam to clean your body for you, okay?"
Shane was very depressed, his eyes accused: 'Last time you said that my body can only be shown to you in the future, but now you want to ask Liam to clean my body?"
Bertha touched his handsome face.
Those clear star-like eyes suddenly flashed a cunning light, her red lips curled up very seductively.
She slowly approached Shane, her voice was extremely soft, extremely enchanting. 'Shane, if you want me to serve you, it's not impossible, but before that, I have something surprising to tell you first, you will like it."
Shane's eyes lit up, his heart wavered slightly.
Bertha continued to add: "Later, after finishing work, your body will be very sticky. By then I will wipe your body, so I won't have to wipe it twice."
Shane regained the anticipation in his eyes, his expression calm and steady in response. "Okay."
'Then you wait for me a moment, I'll go to the next room to get my things."
Shane had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
Bertha ran quickly to the next bedroom, and then she ran back.
When she entered Shane's room again, she clasped her hands behind her back, her expression very mysterious.
Then she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. She slowly sat down next to him, kneeling on the bed.
White fingertips began to patiently undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.
As her cold fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, her hands would occasionally accidentally touch his warm skin.
It was like she was deliberately provoking him, making his whole body tremble and his breathing became rapid.
This is the same prelude scenario as that day at the hospital.
Bertha has been thinking, is she finally going to experience something new again?
However, before Shane could be happy, he saw Bertha take out a dark blue box hidden behind her back, then she opened the lid, and a light fragrance flew out.
Shane. '?"
In front of his suspicious eyes, Bertha used her fingers to take some dark brown ointment. After she rubbed it on her palm until it melted and felt warm, she gently applied it to the spots. Bruises on Shane's body.
'Shane, this is the method that I specifically asked the doctor about yesterday. It helps promote blood circulation, helps eliminate hematomas, and helps bruises recover quickly. Tomorrow the bruises on your body will disappear, are you happy?"
Her voice is very lively.
Her eyes were bright, clearly showing her determination to destroy all evidence.
She would never let a fourth person know about her great feat after an impulsive incident at the hospital that day.
Shane. '..."
Just now, what was he expecting?
Bertha noticed his dead black eyes, curious. 'Shane, why are you so unhappy, do you not like this little surprise?"
It was the first time she massaged someone else.
Shane took a deep breath, he gritted his teeth. "I like."
Bertha was very happy, her massaging hand became even more energetic. All the techniques she learned online yesterday, let Shane be the first guinea pig for her to test.
'Shane, don't move, I'll try to be gentle."
Shane tilted his head and looked out the window, motionless to let her do what she wanted.
The corners of his thin lips were tightly pursed, his expression extremely gloomy.
"Are you in pain? Do I need to be a little gentler? Forget it, I should use a little more strength, please bear with it."
'Your abs are so strong."
'Shane, are you comfortable? Am I good? Please compliment me."
'..."
"You are fantastic."
When Bertha entered the room, she forgot to close the bedroom door, so the door was open.
Her voice was not small, everything she said reached the ears of Liam, who happened to be walking up the stairs, without missing a word.
Especially Shane's hesitant last sentence.
Are they...?
Liam was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
Is he listening to his boss and Bertha's live broadcast?
Damn it, his ears are dirty.
Boss has only stopped working for two days, how can he exercise vigorously again?
She is irrational, cruel, and without any humanity.
Bertha is so outrageous.
Liam was extremely worried about his superior's safety, he impatiently stood on the stairs and stomped his feet.
Impossible.
Even if the boss gets angry and deducts his salary later, he must do something.
He clasped his hands together and thought for a moment.
Suddenly he came up with a plan.
He quietly went upstairs, he stood in the doorway to the bedroom, and his hands began to clap loudly and rhythmically.
The two people in the room of course heard his applause.
Bertha glanced out the door but saw no one. She leaned close to Shane's ear and whispered. 'What is Liam doing? Is he sick? You are a leader, should you pay more attention to the psychological health of your subordinates?
'..."
Shane's face turned dark.
He understood.
Liam clapped his hands to refer to that aspect.
Furthermore, that's their slogan, meaning. Curb. Must restrain. You have to restrain yourself.
Shane's angina was about to go crazy with anger.
He was thinking, Bertha wouldn't give him this chance.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, he didn't want to get angry in front of Bertha.
But it was as if Liam was not afraid of death at all, he still stood in the hallway clapping his hands over and over again, very meticulously, very rhythmically, repeating that slogan, constantly changing the boundaries of patience.
