Chapter 320
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Shane looked into her eyes.
The thing he couldn't bear the most was seeing her sad, he also didn't want to see her cry, he was temporarily confused by her eyes.
'You speak. Are you dumb?"
"I…"
Under her rage, a certain man suddenly felt scared: "I'm not sure, let me think again, I'm sleepy, you're sleeping too..."
He struggled from her restraints, he crawled back under the covers, turned over, his back to her, and slept.
Bertha stared at his back pretending to sleep, she felt even angrier.
Does he want to rethink?
He thinks about whether he wants to be with her.
As expected, all men don't keep their word, right? Once he is happy, does he begin to not appreciate it?
She's not good at saying love, tonight is the first time she seriously said she loves him.
But he was arrogant.
Not only did he not appreciate the opportunity she gave him, but he also wanted to break up. He said he was bored and wanted to think again.
The first time he lay with his back to her, dozens of meters away from her, he slept on the edge of the bed and avoided her as if he were avoiding the epidemic.
Doesn't he have any concerns?
What does he see her as? If he calls, she comes, if he chases, she goes.
Did he think Bertha's rudeness was teasing?
The more she thought, the angrier she became, the anger was about to burn all her reason.
'Shane. You bastard."
She raised her leg, her small foot kicking his ass hard.
Shane was completely defenseless, his whole body had no strength left.
With a groan, his whole body fell from the bed to the ground. He rolled around on the carpet and then tried to force himself to stand up.
The pain that appeared between his eyebrows was quickly hidden by him as he bowed his head.
Bertha was immediately stunned, her hands unconsciously wanted to help him stand up. Of course, she did not expect that Shane would be kicked off the bed by her.
But as soon as she reached out her hand, she silently took her hand back.
The whole room was covered with Falam carpets, even if he fell, it would be very soft, and perhaps he wouldn't be in too much pain.
Besides, he was so obnoxious tonight, she wanted to hit him hard.
She coldly snorted, squatted on the edge of the bed, folded her arms, and glanced at him.
'Stand up, kneel."
Shane tried to stand up, but he had no strength left in his body, his knees and spine could not be straightened.
Afraid that Bertha would notice the difference, he decided to follow Bertha's posture. He leisurely squatted on the carpet, his face full of cold, stubborn expression.
Bertha looked at him in surprise: 'Shane, you don't listen at all."
Shane lowered his eyes, not looking at her at all, his whole body exuding cold indifference, making it difficult for people to approach him.
Bertha couldn't understand him, she only knew that the anger in her heart was rolling fiercely, in her mind there was only one thought, which was to beat him, not to let him say goodbye anymore.
Her anger made her barefoot and get out of bed. She intended to get the ironwood ruler placed in the first drawer of the bedside table.
But just as she put her hand on the drawer, she suddenly stopped.
That ironwood ruler was too heavy. If she couldn't control her mind, Shane wouldn't have dodged. In anger, she would have injured him. What should she do?
But she came here, if she didn't bring anything, it would be considered a foolish trip in vain.
She quietly turned her head and glanced at Shane on the other side.
Shane was staring at her, if he saw that her hands were empty, she would feel embarrassed.
On the rack next to it was Shane's dark black leather belt. She walked over, took the belt, and then returned to the bed.
'Do you see what's in my hand? Don't force me to hit you."
Her voice was soft and filled with ferocity, she seriously threatened him.
Shane looked up, he held the leather belt in her hand, his face expressionless.
'In the past, when I let go, you held me tight, you wanted me to give you a chance. Now I give you a chance, I also agree to be with you for a long time, but you start to falter again. Why? You have to give me a reasonable explanation."
Under the warm light of the bedroom, Shane's face was so beautiful that it made Bertha stunned.
He moved his throat and lowered his head, his eye color was half hidden under long eyelashes, he still didn't say a word, the air was extremely cold.
His silence means wordless resistance.
Is he planning on cold violence?
Bertha bit her soft lips, her heart was very hurt.
'Okay, you still want to think, right? You should think. Calm down. You think carefully and then tell me."
She threw the leather belt at him, got off the bed, got angry, and walked out of the bedroom.
After she closed the door strongly as if venting her anger, the whole bedroom sank into a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.
Bertha went to another room, she was determined that from now on she would not sleep in the same room as him.
Late at night, it was quiet, she felt her head pounding, every time she closed her eyes, Shane's cold expression appeared, and she couldn't sleep.
She sat up sadly and looked at her phone.
It's two o'clock in the morning.
Shane still hasn't come here to comfort her, is he determined to break up with her?
Strange. She couldn't understand.
