Chapter 286
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Shane was so patient that he couldn't stand it anymore.
Bertha was still sitting on his body, she desperately wanted to help him circulate his blood and dissolve the bruises.
He took out his cell phone as if nothing happened and sent a text message to Liam. 'If you keep clapping, I will deduct your salary for a year. Right now, immediately, you quickly leave my villa.'
The sound outside the door quickly subsided.
Shane's cell phone received a message notification. He glanced at it and saw Liam sent him more than a dozen messages.
All messages are emojis of crying, breaking down, and asking for forgiveness.
Shane clicked on the upper right corner of the interface, decisively selecting [Drag this user to the blacklist].
Bertha was still very attentively massaging Shane's abs and neck, she didn't know what happened in the middle.
Thirty minutes later, Bertha's therapeutic massage was over.
She got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash her hands, then got a basin of hot water and a towel to help Shane clean his body.
'Shane, my hands massage you until you turn red."
She sat back on Shane's lap, she held her red palm out in front of Shane's face.
Shane grabbed her small hand, his cold thin lips pressed against her palm, he heartbrokenly and lovingly kissed it, filled with affection.
Bertha quietly observed his movements, she admired his handsome face, the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be hidden.
After kissing her palm, Shane's dark eyes smiled and stared at her. 'Wait until my wound heals, then I will help you circulate your blood and dissolve the bruises."
Bertha immediately understood what he meant, her face was all red.
'You dream, shameless."
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The next day was important, the day of cutting the ribbon to inaugurate the Angel building.
Bertha woke up early to wash her face, she applied a mask, and after hydrating and moisturizing, she then started applying makeup.
The door suddenly opened, Shane was dressed in jet-black ice silk, his eyes were deep black and his legs were long, he slowly walked into the room, and sat down behind Bertha.
"What are you doing?"
Shane looked at the eyebrow pencil in her hand and said proactively. 'I help you draw."
She looked doubtful. "Are you sure? My ribbon-cutting event today is very important, I cannot make mistakes."
Shane nodded firmly, he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her face to face him.
She was suspicious, closed her eyes, and let him draw on her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil.
At first, Bertha felt that his technique was quite good.
But after five minutes of drawing, Shane's eyebrows were still unfinished.
Bertha felt something was wrong. She gritted her teeth gloomily and threatened. 'If you dare to intentionally draw haphazardly and ruin my makeup, I will beat your hands so they will swell like pig hooves."
Someone's hand that was drawing his eyebrows stopped for a moment, and he angrily took his hand back.
Bertha opened her eyes, looked at him coldly, then turned her head to check herself in the mirror.
Her eyebrows are drawn evenly and unexpectedly neatly.
Truly a perfect eyebrow frame, didn't expect his makeup technique to be so good?
'Shane, do you know how to do makeup too? Who did you learn that from? I see that your hand technique is so skilled. You have helped many other women draw, right? Have you painted Laura's eyebrows before?"
The more she talked about the latter part, the more serious her expression became, her eyes were so cold that it could make people freeze to death.
Shane's smile froze.
How could she bring up that old story?
Bertha became even angrier. 'You hesitate, which means you're looking for an excuse to lie to me again, right? Is what I said true?"
Shane hastily denied it repeatedly, trying to prove his innocence. 'I don't have one, I swear I learned to draw portraits in the army before, so I thought maybe drawing eyebrows is the same. So I want to try, and it's not like we promised to let go of the past. Why are you suddenly mentioning unrelated people..."
Bertha narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Really?"
"Uhm."
The more he explained, the more wrong he became.
Shane could feel the coldness on her body.
He quickly stood up, his back straight, and squatted in front of her in a standard military stance.
'I swear, you're the first woman whose eyebrows I've personally painted, you'll also be the only one." He raised his head, his dark eyes extremely sincere.
Bertha looked at him, she was unconsciously drawn in by his deep eyes, and her small hands touched the delicate contours of his face.
But just as she thought about the fact that he had lied so professionally and before, Bertha's hand changed to pinching his cheek.
'Shane, you are a very cunning man. This trick of yours may work for others, but it won't work for me. Sooner or later, I will correct you and re-educate you, to be honest."
Her eyes sparkled like stars, and her lips pouted, carrying a bit of coldness and arrogance.
'Adjust and educate me?"
Shane raised his eyebrows. 'Then I have to see what your bravery is like."
Two pairs of eyes looked at each other.
In their eyes looking at each other, there was a strong desire to conquer.
It was already late, Bertha continued to apply her makeup.
Shane was by her side to help her choose eye color, blush, and lipstick, the atmosphere restored harmony.
'Bertha, do you need my help with your ribbon-cutting event today?"
'No need, this is the first company I built myself after escaping from the reputation of Griselda's house. I will rely on my ability to build Angel's reputation in S city, and at the same time, I must surpass you and become the richest woman in the country."
This saying is very ambitious and also very crazy.
Shane stared at her and said in a mysterious tone: 'Actually you want to become the richest woman, there is a quicker way, do you want to know?"
Bertha looked at him curiously.
