Chapter 307
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It seemed that Bertha was very angry with him. He still felt that he was lucky, he just hoped that he could not be beaten...
He stood up and went to the nightstand. Opening the first drawer, he took out a thick ruler made of ironwood from the inside and gave it to Bertha.
'You should punish me."
Bertha did not accept, Shane firmly put the ruler in her hand.
'Even though I threw away all the suits and gloves that she touched if you are still angry in your heart, then please hit me to vent your anger, Even if you break these two arms of mine, I definitely won't scream."
Bertha still didn't say a word, she continued to look at her phone.
Shane stood there quietly for a moment. Seeing that she didn't react, he turned around and opened the closet, taking out the washboard that Bertha had ordered especially for him. Shane placed it on the rug next to the bed.
He then lifted his pants leg, revealing his bruised knees, tortured and bruised by the ends of the board.
Even though Bertha was looking at her phone, the corner of her eye still silently glanced at his every move. Bertha suddenly noticed him lifting his pants leg, her cold gaze instinctively looked towards his knee.
But, when her gaze landed on the wound on his knee, Bertha's eyes trembled.
Seeing that he was about to kneel, Bertha reached out to stop him.
The initial thought was that she was heartbroken because of him, but when she opened her mouth, her words contained anger.
'Why did you pull up your pants? You deliberately showed me your injured knee, and you wanted to show me a show, right?"
The corners of Shane's lips were sour. 'No, I think if I pull up my pant leg when I kneel, it will hurt a little more."
Bertha's anger grew even more. 'Do you like being tortured? The more pain you feel, the more pleasure you feel, right?"
"Dislike."
He frowned, his black eyes extremely warm and angry. 'It's just that I feel like when you see me in pain like that, it will be able to relieve some of the anger in your heart. Either way, anger is bad for your health. I hope your anger can subside a little faster."
Bertha didn't have too much emotion towards his words.
Her ears suddenly rang out the words Fallon had said during the day at her office door.
'Miss. Bertha, don't you feel you treated General Manager Shane very cruelly? You only love yourself, you treat him badly..."
Did she rely too much on Shane to spoil her so she nagged him too much?
She sighed, her tone had softened a lot. 'You sit on the bed, let me see how your knee is injured."
Shane noticed the pain in her eyes, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, he sat down on the bed so Bertha could examine the wound.
'You only knelt for half an hour, why is your wound so severe, didn't you apply for medicine last night?"
Half hour?
Last night she didn't care about him, and in the end, he knelt for nearly an hour.
However, Shane won't tell her about this.
He just put on a loyal face and shook his head. 'I suppose you won't let me put the medicine on my knee."
Afraid of being discovered by Bertha, he hastily added another sentence. 'It was also because last night, after I finished exercising, it was too late so I forgot to apply the medicine."
Bertha completely didn't pay attention to these little things of his, because Fallon's words were still ringing in her ears from beginning to end.
It made her heart mixed with complicated emotions.
'Does your hand still hurt? Let me see."
Shane obediently opened his left hand, bringing it in front of her.
Even though he had applied medicine last night, his palm was still swollen and full of purple blood stains.
'Were you seriously injured last night?"
'No, it's probably because last night when I did the push-up position, my hands were spread out, my palms were pressed down, the blood wasn't circulating, so it was swollen like that, and now I've no more pain."
He's not in pain now, you can see his hand was sore last night.
Why was she able to hit him so hard at that time?
Her heart seemed to be squeezed, very uncomfortable, and very difficult to breathe.
There was a feeling of failure that she had never felt before, which made her eyes suddenly turn red.
'Sorry, she's right, I didn't treat you well at all, but what I brought you was pain."
Although Shane didn't know who the "she" in Bertha's words was, he noticed that there was a bit of choking in her voice.
He used his right hand to lift her chin, he met her teary star-like eyes.
Originally, Shane just wanted to avoid being beaten, he didn't want to make her cry.
Looking at her self-blame look, he felt extremely guilty, he caressed her small face mercifully.
'Idiot, I was beaten a few times by you, why do you call it suffering? You have looked down on your man, besides, this is our so-called pleasure."
Bertha turned around, she didn't feel comfortable. 'You just comfort me, I know it in my heart."
Shane turned her around, so she was looking straight into his eyes, he spoke to her seriously. 'It's not that I'm trying to comfort you. Tonight, you're angry because you're jealous. This is a possessive desire for me I am very happy, even if both my hands are broken by you, I still feel very sweet."
'Furthermore, what you bring to me is the warmth and happiness I've never had before, being able to be forgiven by you, being able to hug you and sleep at night, being able to hear you call me Shane, being able to do fun things with you, I'm already satisfied."
'Because Bertha, I love you, I love you."
"So you have…"
'Do you love me too?'
The last sentence caught in his throat.
