Chapter 339
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His back was stiff and his heart was extremely frantic.
Bertha saw his reaction. She picked up a box of medicine, walked to the sofa, and sat down, her face expressionless, her breath cold.
'Would you explain this?"
Shane still stood motionless at the entrance to the stairs, his face was not red, his heart was racing. He denied it. 'This is not mine, I have never used this brand of cigarette, it must be Liam's."
Bertha smiled, staring into his eyes, her lips mockingly red.
'What do you mean Liam put his cigarettes in the mansion, your living room, and your locker? What is his purpose? Is it to conveniently entice you to smoke a cigarette? So you can live happily like him?"
Shane was silent, his throat moved, his long eyelashes kept trembling, and his brain rapidly worked.
'Shane, what are you thinking?"
Bertha stared at him, the storm looming under her eyes, her tone gradually colder. 'You're thinking of ways to lie to me, right?"
She slammed the cigarette box in her hand on the coffee table, her anger rising.
Following that sudden extremely loud noise, Shane almost unconsciously bent his knees and knelt heavily.
He lowered his eyes, following the attitude of "resisting will be severely punished, honestly trying to win forgiveness", his black eyes were warm and sincere.
"I'm wrong. Please listen to my explanation."
Bertha's cold eyes lifted slightly.
When he knelt just now, his knees made a slightly loud sound. Bertha heard it, moreover, his feet were on the cold marble floor.
Her heart clenched painfully, she looked at the cigarette box on the coffee table, she stopped thinking about going to help him up, and helping him rub his knee.
Bertha pointed to the soft carpet next to her feet. "You come here."
With that big move just now, Shane's knee was hit hard.
When he stood up, he staggered a bit, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
He quickly suppressed the pain in his eyes, then he slowly walked towards Bertha.
Bertha was watching him, she saw his every little movement.
Just as Shane was holding his knee, he was about to kneel again, Bertha spoke up. 'Military pose, you squat down."
Huh? Squat?
Shane was stunned for two seconds and did not move.
Bertha looked at him and said coldly. 'Don't you hear clearly? Do you need me to repeat it?"
'I heard it."
He immediately assumed the most standard military pose, one leg bent to the ground, his thumbs clasped together, his back straight.
In this position, he looks very upright, tough, and arrogant.
But because he did something bad and was discovered, he lacked confidence, he was suppressed by Bertha's powerful aura.
Bertha pointed to the cigarette case on the coffee table. 'One last chance to explain, you can think carefully and then speak."
Shane nodded obediently. 'I will cherish that opportunity."
Words began to appear in his head, and he confessed honestly. 'The cigarettes are mine. I asked Liam to go buy it, but it's not like I want to smoke it."
The anger in Bertha's chest kept rising.
She took a deep breath and continued to be patient. 'You still aren't telling the truth? Looks like you've secretly done this to me many times. Honestly, how many cigarettes have you smoked?"
Shane is very unjust. "This afternoon I ordered Liam to go buy it. Last night, my friend caught me. I don't smoke."
Bertha once again suppressed her anger, she picked up the medicine box on the table, opened it, and showed it to him.
'When I got here, the drawer had a small crack open, as it had just been opened today, then in your panic, you forgot to close it. Furthermore, the top box is missing a cigarette, do you still want to lie to me?"
Shane. '???"
So he was discovered like that?
Furthermore, Liam even put the pack of cigarettes he had used up once today in that drawer.
He's acting so carelessly, is he planning on killing Shane?
He resisted the thought of wanting to deal with Liam immediately. He immediately consciously changed his squatting position to a kneeling position.
'I used a cigarette today, but I only smelled it. I didn't even turn on the lighter. If you don't believe me, you can smell the smell of cigarettes on my body, I don't smoke."
Bertha narrowed her beautiful eyes, and she scoffed. "You finished smoking, then went to shower and change clothes. Of course, I don't smell the smell of cigarettes on your body."
She couldn't believe it at all...
Shane's chest was tight, the corners of his eyes were red with anger, and his fingers carefully grasped her cuff, as if if he did that, he would find some comfort.
'Bertha, last time you said that we should trust each other. What I said is true, you believe me this time, okay?"
'So just now, you denied that the cigarettes were not yours, so which statement should I believe?"
Shane was speechless.
He bit his lower lip, he couldn't explain anything, he was upset, and his heart was extremely sad.
Bertha quickly noticed the mist constantly appearing in his dark eyes, as if he had suffered some resentment, he was both pitiful and helpless.
His lower lip was bitten to the point of bleeding.
'Open your mouth."
She was startled, her fingertips immediately pinched his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth.
His handsome face was pale, his eyelashes were dark and depressed, the bright red blood stains on his thin lips were visible, and he looked pitiful.
'You did wrong but you still show injustice to me?"
Bertha sighed, in the end, she was still heartbroken. She moved forward and kissed his lips, her tongue gently helping his lips erase the pain.
A hint of sweetness filled his mouth.
After finishing the kiss, Bertha continued to pinch his face. She looked at him for a long time at a very close distance. She was not cruel and angry with him. 'If you have persistently asserted that you do not smoke, then the complete cigarette must still be there, you find it, I will believe you."
