Chapter 217
He knew her plan clearly, but when he heard her say these hurtful words, he still felt pain and sadness in his heart.
He knew clearly that Bertha no longer had him in her heart.
So, is she trying to borrow Bruno's story to tell him?
His eyes were red, his voice a bit choked. “I know I did a lot of things wrong before, but now everything I do for you, are you touched at all?”
Bertha said nothing.
She noticed that there were gradual tears in the corners of his eyes, his eyes were weak and hurt.
She was surprised.
This man certainly has very good acting skills.
Derek's crying appearance stunned her for two seconds before she could react.
She regained her gaze, her expression still cold and emotionless.
“It's because of me that you got hurt this time, so I looked at you, but you're getting worse and worse, you're even insulting Bruno, so I can't forgive you. Tyrone, Casey. You two, please take him to the basement immediately.”
Their mistress spoke up a second time, so Tyrone and Casey moved to take Derek away regardless, but Derek pushed them away, he screamed. “There's no way I'm going to be punished, don't you want me to go? Okay. I go."
He turned around and walked out of the villa without looking back, his eyes red with anger.
Tyrone and Casey were bewildered. “Mistress... this?”
“Ignore him.”
"Yes."
The two bodyguards left, leaving only Bertha and Bruno in the room.
With the annoying man gone, Bruno took the initiative to pick up the bottle of red wine on the table and help Bertha pour the wine.
“Bertha, you can protect me like that, I'm really happy.”
When looking at him, Bertha erased the coldness she had from arguing with Derek earlier and smiled gently.
“Of course, how can he compare to you? After all, you are the most important person in my heart. Let's raise a glass to forget the unpleasant incident just now."
The sound of two wine glasses clinking together.
After clinking the glass, Bertha did not hesitate and raised her head to drink it all in one go.
Bruno gently smelled the aroma of the wine, but he only shook the wine glass and did not drink it.
He looked at the dark red wine in the glass, the corners of his mouth curled up.
“I remember last time at the bar, Bertha, you liked him a lot and were so intimate with him that it hurt my heart.”
He stopped, and his tone became more and more serious. “This time he got hurt because of you, you should pamper him more, but tonight you used me to anger him, making him leave, why?”
Bertha's beautiful eyes were a little surprised.
Bruno looked at her, his eyes smiling even more. “You two deliberately put on a show for me, right?”
Bertha's expression gradually froze, she couldn't believe it and looked at him.
Her tone was a bit indignant.
“Don't you believe me?”
Bruno laughed. “Stupid girl, I was just joking with you, of course I trust you but was the wine prepared by you or Derek? I don't trust him.”
Bertha showed him the empty glass of red wine in her hand.
"I've been drinking. If there's a problem with alcohol, it'll be me who falls."
Bruno didn't say anything, he gently shook the glass of wine in his hand but still didn't drink.
Bertha was a little unhappy. She looked at the open bottle of wine next to her and muttered. “Do you want me to drink the entire bottle of red wine like last time before you believe me?”
Bruno remained silent.
Bertha seemed angry, she reached out and picked up the bottle of red wine on the table.
Bruno stopped her. “I believe, even if this bottle of wine is poison, I will still drink it because, for me, you are the beautiful poison that I have been in love with for so long.”
He smiled affectionately and raised his head to drink the glass of wine.
In the garden, Bruno's two bodyguards stood at the door like two sculptures.
Tommy proactively walked over to find them.
“Dude, you two haven't eaten yet, right? We're secretly barbecuing in the backyard, do you want to eat?”
The two bodyguards' faces were cold, they refused.
"No need."
Tommy is very patient. “Don't be afraid, you two, my mistress is always very friendly, she's here, Mr. Bruno won't be angry, besides, it's time for dinner, with the relationship between the mistress and Mr. Bruno, sooner or later we will be family, let's get to know each other."
This time the two hesitated for two seconds and then spoke. "No need."
Tommy was worried about how to continue convincing them, he was afraid they would find out he was too affable.
Donald ran over and held two skewers of grilled meat and gave them to him.
“Tommy, tonight's meat skewers are very fragrant. You should try it. Before, the mistress said that tonight she and Mr. Bruno will drink until he's drunk so let's eat and drink too, they've opened two cans of beer for you, hurry up.”
"Okay."
Donald ate meat on skewers in front of them, he ate very deliciously.
No one can resist the appeal of grilled pork belly, it is fragrant.
The scent wafted through the breeze into the noses of Bruno's two bodyguards. Both of them stared at the meat skewer in his hand and swallowed their saliva, a little shaken.
Tommy was enthusiastic, he continued talking. “My two friends, tonight Mr. Bruno will probably come home very late, you don't know how long you'll have to be hungry, the backyard has beer and white wine, we'll drink it together. Mr. Bruno won't make things difficult for you two.”
The two of them looked at each other and finally, they couldn't resist the temptation of the grilled meat in Tommy's hand. They walked out into the backyard together.
The meal lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening.
Bruno talked to Bertha happily, his face was red from drunkenness, and his previously deep eyes now became a bit hazy.
“Bertha, you can change your mind, I'm really happy. In this world, besides me, there is no other man worthy of you, we are a match made in heaven."
Bertha just smiled and said nothing.
Bruno looked at her with eyes filled with affection. “At that time, when your mother passed away, it was because I was not mature enough that I did not stand up to protect and comfort you when you were most alone. But I went to the secret investigation department to pursue fame and fortune. I also blamed myself for many years for this, can you forgive me?”
Talking about the past, the smile on Bertha's face gradually turned cold.