Chapter 361
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Bertha just coldly glanced at his palm, she concentrated on rubbing his back.
This was the first time Bertha did not comfort Shane immediately after he was beaten.
His chest was frustrated and extremely uncomfortable.
Unsatisfied, he reluctantly raised half of his hand, his warm black eyes bringing his palm to Bertha's eyes.
He's in pain.
Bertha's expression darkened, pretending not to understand, she coldly glared at him. 'Isn't it enough that you were beaten? Do you want to play twenty more?"
As the words fell, she was about to take the bath brush.
Shane immediately took his hand back, hid it in the water, and obediently bowed his head, motionless.
His chest was tortured as hundreds of claws tore at his heart.
But now he doesn't fight her anymore.
Bertha didn't know what he was thinking, but when he finally stopped tormenting her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After rubbing his back, she glanced at the shampoo bottle next to her, poured a little into her palm, and rubbed it on his head.
She acted strongly and violently, patting his head, as if patting a dog's head.
Shane frowned. 'A little lighter."
Bertha is not happy. 'You are doing it wrong. In the end, you take a shower or not."
'Yes…"
Shane was frustrated, he gritted his teeth and endured that unpleasant power, letting her dominate him.
A moment later.
Bertha's hands were tired, she never thought bathing would be so tiring.
Because her whole body was soaking wet, she not only had to bathe Shane, but she also had to bathe herself.
She controlled her anger, she pulled the cleaned Shane out.
After drying his body, she forced him to sit on the water-free glazed tile floor and threw her nightgown in his face.
'Wear it yourself."
Shane didn't move, nor did he pick up his clothes, letting the nightgown slide off his face and onto the ground.
'My arm has no strength, my hand hurts…" He did not dress himself.
Bertha stared at his feigned weakness, angry.
In the end, who is challenging whose limits?
Faced with his constantly pitiful behavior, she glared at him fiercely.
'I give you a minute, immediately you pick up your shirt and put it on, then you get me a clean set of pajamas. If you don't, I will punish you. I will permanently stop feeding you pills every night."
Shane's throat moved slightly. In the blink of an eye, his knee seemed to start to hurt again, and his hand also hurt even more.
Bertha cancels his drug-feeding service.
Are not. He did not agree.
Bertha coolly counted the time while bathing. 'You have fifty-eight seconds left."
His whole body trembled. He immediately bowed his head and picked up his pajamas, quickly putting them on. Then he opened the door, ran to the wardrobe next to him, and took out a clean set of women's pajamas.
'Ten, nine, eight…"
Bertha's countdown sounded in the bathroom, like a heartless clock.
As she counted down to the last second, Shane hung his nightgown precisely on the shelf in the bathroom.
Bertha glanced, teasingly. "Good."
Shane said nothing.
His thoughts tonight were seen through by Bertha.
He was extremely upset and closed the bathroom door.
It was as if he wanted to vent all his sadness on this door.
Bertha looked at the angry childish man behind the door, she smiled and sighed, her eyes filled with helplessness.
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Two days later.
On that winter day, dark clouds covered S city, the sky was dark, and it would soon rain.
Cold wind accompanied by rain, the temperature suddenly dropped.
The iron gate of the high-class prison slowly opened, it made a heavy sound.
Bruno took off his prison uniform and put on a clean but thin white shirt.
He was holding a black bag in his lap, inside were the few clothes he had since going to prison.
The policeman watched him walk slowly, he pushed him out of the iron gate of the prison. "Treasure your chance to be sponsored. Later on, you can go out, start over, and be a decent person."
Bruno staggered two steps. He suddenly raised his head and looked up at the dark sky. Ice-cold raindrops fell on his face.
His face became sad and a smile gradually appeared.
Start over?
Make no mistake, this will be a completely new beginning for him.
A black car suddenly ran from the end of the street and stopped in front of him.
The people who got out of the car were Tyrone and Tommy, they said nothing and covered his mouth, stuffing him into the back seat of the car.
Bruno's knees hit the floor under the seat so hard, he groaned.
While bowing his head, he caught a glimpse of a pair of exquisite high heels.
He suddenly happily raised his head, Bertha was sitting next to him, a small table placed in the middle of him.
On that delicate and lovely face were extremely cold eyes filled with endless disgust.
Bruno put his hands on his knees and moved to the chair. 'I haven't seen you for more than half a month, you're still as beautiful as ever, that makes me flutter."
Bertha tried to control her nausea, she didn't want to hear him talk uselessly, so she went straight to the point. 'Where is the medicine?"
"What medicine?"
Bertha frowned tightly, her whole body exuding a terrifying coldness.
She took out the gun, cocked it, and pointed it at Bruno's head.
'Are you kidding me? I can let you out, I can also put you in jail again."
She used very strong force, Bruno's head tilted slightly to one side.
'Don't be in a hurry, I promised you, of course, I will do it. I said you bail me out, I will give you medicine that can reduce the virus in his body. But I just got out of prison, I don't have any drugs on me."
Bertha's gun muzzle was still placed on his head, her voice was cold, unchanged. 'Where is the medicine? Take me to get it."
Bruno laughed softly. 'No, if I take you away, everything about me will be exposed. I am still waiting for you to volunteer to marry me."
When Tommy's bodyguards heard that, they were angry. They wished they could immediately hit him.
