Chapter 300
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One night, Bertha slept very soundly.
She was kissed by Shane until she woke up.
When she woke up, a man was lying on his side next to her, his hand on his head, his elbow on the pillow, his lips were thin and seductive, and his dark eyes were deep like a murky swamp staring at her.
'Did you sleep well last night?"
Bertha glanced at him, continuing to sleep. 'No. I'm tired and sleepy."
Shane hugged her waist, moving her whole body into his chest, her head resting on his elbow.
Bertha didn't struggle at all, and very quickly she fell asleep again.
Shane looked at her passionately, his knuckles sliding down the bridge of her beautiful, straight nose.
These past few days, he was with her, so happy, he will always remember.
Even if he had to give up his life in the future, he would have no regrets even if he died.
The tip of Bertha's nose was itchy from him, and her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. "What did you do?"
Shane moved closer to her ear, his voice low and serious. 'Bertha, let's set some simple rules?"
"Rule?"
Bertha closed her eyes and asked sleepily.
'Yes, from now on in the bottom of my heart, I will listen to you, but outside, you try your best to listen to me, okay?"
Bertha was silent.
All men want dignity, let alone the type of man at the top of the pyramid-like Shane. On hand, many subordinates follow his orders. Outside, his majesty is inviolable.
He wanted her to play the gentle wife on the outside, and Bertha could understand.
"Okay."
Shane happily kissed her forehead.
'So how long do you plan on waking up? Do you have to handle Mica's hot search again today?
"Correct. Hot search."
Bertha instantly woke up, she went to the bedside to look for her phone.
Last night, she followed Shane's harassment, so she forgot to charge her phone. Last night, her phone didn't have much battery left, and at this time it was turned off.
Charging the phone for a few minutes, she turned it on. As soon as Bertha turned on the phone, the missed call screen was about to explode.
She scrolled down, mostly from Anne, but also from Tommy. Tommy called her so much, did something happen to Mica at the hospital?
She took out her phone and called Tommy again.
'Miss. You finally answered the phone, the media reporters were blocking the hospital. They haven't interviewed Mica yet. Donald contacted the hospital's security team to stop them at the door. I don't know how long they can persist."
Bertha blinked, her face turned serious. 'What is Mica's mental state like now? Can she accept interviews?"
Tommy glanced at the hospital room. 'I have an unstable feeling, and the reporters' questions are always sharp, they might touch Mica's wound."
'Okay, I know, I'll come right away."
She hung up the phone, her body just stood up, her legs were shaking, and she held onto the headboard to steady herself.
Last night Shane was so cruel.
He punished her for more than half the evening, she could barely rest, and it was already morning.
She looked back at Shane, his face was relaxed, he woke up from a nap, his whole body seemed to have changed blood, and his spirit was uplifted.
Indeed, the physical strength of men and women is very different. Bertha withdrew her thoughts, someone's elbow gently wrapped around her small waist from behind, his chin resting on the tip of her shoulder.
'You want to go out?"
"Yes."
'You have breakfast and then go?"
'No, I have to finish everything. I'll go to the hospital first." She replied, quickly changing her clothes.
Shane didn't stop her, he just asked. 'Do you need my assistance?"
'No need, it's just a small matter."
She tilted her head toward the door. Shane pulled her back into his arms. He pinched her chin, his dark eyes looking intently at her.
'Bertha, now you are not alone anymore, you must learn to use your man."
He emphasized the word "Use", his lips curled seductively, smiling evilly.
One word but two meanings.
Bertha's small face turned red, she pretended not to understand. 'I know, if I have trouble that can't be resolved, I will come find you."
Shane nodded gently, he was satisfied.
Without stopping him, Bertha finished washing her face, she quickly applied light makeup and went out.
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Because Mica was in the inpatient area, all the hospital doors were crowded with media reporters.
Bertha drove directly into the garage, because the garage was much more strictly controlled, with only a few media reporters squatting at the door.
In the hospital room, Mica's condition was much better than yesterday, but her face was still very pale and very haggard.
'You look at this for a moment."
Bertha took the phone and gave it to her. Above was Ronnie's apology posted last night on the Blog.
Mica took it, and she read the next part, gradually the corners of her eyes became red, and she cried without a sound.
She was Bertha's friend, Bertha looked at her so heartbroken, she was also very upset.
'Mica, now Ronnie is not only his company's trump card, but his family background is also very good, it's just that he had an affair, I can't completely beat him to death. Moreover, there are many fans on the Internet now, many fans help him clean up, I want to borrow this time to make him leave the entertainment industry, I still have to think of a way."
Bertha handed her the tissue box and continued speaking. 'As long as you want, I will make him and Sigrid pay a hundred times more miserable."
"No need."
Mica wiped away her tears. Her eyes were swollen and dry from crying, but on the contrary, she was extremely tough.
'Bertha, you have helped me so much, I can't bother you anymore, let me handle the rest. I want to enjoy the feeling of revenge."
When she saw the article written by Ronnie, Mica was extremely indignant.
Because Ronnie's jokes were all her problem, he looked like he was apologizing but in reality, he was quietly criticizing her, who told her to believe in his love, she had to suffer the consequences.
'You can stand up excitedly, I'm happy."
Bertha helped her fix a little of the hair around her ear. 'Starting today, you are the trump artist I support the most. I hope you can rely on your abilities and win many awards. You make Ronnie see that he once threw away a precious gem. Sigrid is simply not worthy of comparison with you."
'Thank you, Bertha."
