Chapter 308
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Fallon's words still hadn't left his mind. He carefully thought back to everything that had happened during this time. She was willing to give him a chance. She agreed to stay by his side. But, from beginning to end, she never said that she loved him too.
He was suddenly very afraid.
Afraid that if he asked, Bertha's answer would cause his newly rekindled hopes to fall into the abyss...
Bertha asked. 'What do I do?"
Shane regained the strange emotion in his eyes.
'Nothing, in short, no matter if I am hugged by you, kissed by you, slept with you, or beaten by you, as long as that person is you, I feel sweet."
Bertha's heart warmed a little, she went to get the bottle of swelling-reducing ointment that she put in the drawer yesterday.
She helped him apply the medicine, muttering to him. 'You are an idiot."
Shane just smiled, he saw her eyes attentively helping him apply the medicine, her movements were both careful and gentle, and she also helped him blow into his palm, in his lap. I was very satisfied.
'Bertha, about that charity party, you are no longer angry, right?"
Bertha gently pinched his cheek. 'There will be no next time."
Shane's dark eyes smiled freely, with a warmth that brought both joy and happiness.
He picked her up from the bed.
"What are you doing?"
'If you didn't punish me anymore, you should give me a massage before bed."
"Wait!" Bertha stopped him, she felt very confused. 'Aren't we in the bedroom? Where do you want to carry me?"
"This is the secondary bedroom, I still prefer sleeping in the main bedroom, spacious, and easy to move around." His thin lips curled into an evil smile, and an evil look appeared in his dark eyes.
"Wait."
Shane was about to leave the room when he stopped again. "What's wrong with you?"
Bertha was lying quietly on his lap, she raised her head to look at him. 'Your left hand cannot press down, otherwise your wound will never heal. If I only use one hand, it probably won't work, right? Tonight… Or leave?"
Is he okay?
Shane frowned, his face became darker and darker, his tone cold and proud. 'Even though I did one-armed push-ups, at least three hundred, I couldn't even breathe. Tonight I will let you taste it."
'Hey? Um..."
Bertha still wanted to say something, Shane kissed her small mouth, and he stopped her sentence.
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Early in the morning, Venn got off the plane overnight to return to S city.
Because it was too late, he drove back to the small villa of Griselda's house.
Normally, he rarely comes here, and he doesn't arrange for maids to take care of the villa, but Uncle Clark will often send maids here to clean the room, so the room is very clean.
He walked upstairs, back to his room, and took a shower.
Because he was so tired, he didn't pay attention to the strange smell in the bed.
Turning off the light, he lay down and closed his eyes.
Until something suddenly turned around, a soft white arm placed on his chest.
Is someone sleeping in his bed?
He immediately woke up, and quickly sat up, his large hand cruelly and precisely squeezing the other's neck.
'Who let you sneak into my room?"
Mica was sleeping, she was strangled by Venn causing her to wake up on the spot.
Venn's movements were very aggressive, she was squeezed until her face turned red, her throat was unable to say a word, and she could only struggle in despair.
Moonlight shined in from outside the window, causing Venn to vaguely see that it was a woman. The strength in his hand loosened by two points.
'I'm Mica..."
'Mica?"
A female artist under Angel, Bertha's best friend?
Venn was suspicious, he turned on the light and until he saw Mica's face clearly, he removed the hand that was strangling her.
'Mica, why are you in my bed?"
Mica hugged her neck and coughed, tears flowing from her eyes as a physiological reaction.
She eased the pain, got up from the bed, bowed to him properly, and explained.
'Sorry, I didn't know you were coming home tonight. Lately, I've been closely followed by reporters and the media. Reporters surround my apartment. Bertha arranged for me to stay at your villa, sorry to bother you temporarily."
Venn saw the mark on her neck and felt a little guilty. 'If Bertha arranged it, you should just stay here."
'Thank you, don't worry, I promise I won't cause you any trouble." Mica coughed again.
Venn gently hummed, his expression restored to gentleness, and he continued to speak. 'However, this room is the master bedroom. Except for this room, you can choose other living rooms."
Mica awkwardly bit her lower lip. She coughed again and continued. 'Sorry, sorry. I've never been in a room this big, I don't understand the rules, you should rest."
She pulled her shoulders back, took small steps to leave, and when she reached the door, she turned back.
Venn was preparing to continue sleeping.
Mica bowed her head twice in a row, she eagerly returned to bed. "I'm sorry. The bedsheets and blankets have all been used by me, so you probably won't like it, right?"
Venn seemed to understand what she meant, he stood up and got off the bed.
'I'm sorry, I bothered you..."
Mica continued to apologize, she quickly tidied up the bed sheet and blanket, and then she coughed and went out.
Venn looked at the empty big bed and laughed helplessly. He spread a spare comforter from the closet on the bed.
Mica said ten apologies in just a few minutes and coughed twelve times.
Why is she so cute, stupid, and confusing?
This girl is a bit interesting.
