Chapter 15 Bert Is Wounded

Moreover, there was a faint smell of milk touching his sense.

It did not smell like Betsy Reed, did it?

Bane didn't know what the man was thinking. She was almost undressed.

Because anxious, she also tubed not so much, saw this man was frozen, then directly jilted a slap in the past.

The slap made Bert's eyes glaze over.

The brain cleared up a bit, and then the storm came.

From childhood to adulthood, no one dared touch a hair of his head!

Bert held Bane down at once. There was no tenderness in him now, and the feeling almost smothered Bane.

Soon Bert had torn off all Bane's clothes, and the faint scar was there.

Bert could see it all by the moonlight from the window.

"It's you!”

Bane was now too busy to notice what Bert was saying when he saw him stop.

The anger in the heart intolerable, even more regardless of, directly stretch out a hand to pick up the desk lamp on the bedside cabinet, use oneself whole body strength to knock in the past.

As soon as the lamp hit him, Bert's eyes went black and he fell right on top of Bane.

She was relieved to see Bert faint on top of her, and hastened to push him away as he lay on top of her.

He struggled to get up and put on his clothes.

When she was ready, Bane kicked him and looked at him with a look on his face that would have stabbed him to death.

Because that scene, she subconsciously reminded her of the night six years ago that let her fear is no more fear.

It was impossible not to beg for something. Bane reached over him with his wicked hands and found the purse.

With his wallet in hand, Bane didn't dare stay long and hurried out of the place.

At the end of the day.

When Betsy entered the room to do something big, what she saw made her scream.

For she saw Bert lying in a pool of blood.

"Ahhhh!!"

So Bert was taken to the hospital.

When Bert woke up, the doctor in charge of Bert was afraid to breathe.

If be known by him, his head did not know at what time was flowering that also got.

This was the president of Ron's company, and if someone else opened his head and spreaded it around, it would be a disgrace. This should never get out.

Well, well, the President didn't get angry and just let everyone go except Jick.

As Bert's personal secretary and Bert's brother with whom he had grown up, it was natural for Jick to greet his own brother:

"So, President, you're..."

Bert, whose head had been hurt, rubbed it, and his eyes were dark. "Go, fetch me Betsy, now!"

"The lady..."

'At once!’

"Yes!"

It was not long before Betsy was honestly brought in.

As soon as Betsy saw Bert, she looked miserable, with red circles around her eyes, and was concerned about Bert's injury.

"Bert, what have you done? Who did it? Who is it? I will not let him go!"

Bert did not agree with her, and still looked at her darkly.

Betsy was horrified at the sight of Bert's dark eyes.

"I'm asking you for the last time! Was it really you? Are you sure?"

'Answer me! It wasn't you who you were six years ago! '

Betsy, who had been miserable, heard Bert's question, and her tears poured down like rain:

"Bert! What kind of thing are you talking about? You're questioning me!"

“Answer me!”

Betsy cried that call a delicate and pitiful, not by all let a person tempted, but, her in the mind can not face like this.

She had been used to it for so many years, and it was a scene that came naturally to her.

"That night, I was drunk, and I was looking for a room to rest and recover, and you, you..."

As she said this, Betsy's face was appropriately flushed, and all was in silence.

Jick, who was still listening, felt embarrassed and touched his nose.

If he could make his own choice, he would naturally choose to leave, all said this kind of thing, how bashful to stay.

Unfortunately, there was no right to choose their own, could only stand here with a stiff scalp.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're responsible, and I gave you Norton. Bert, how can you doubt me after all this?"

It was clear that Bert's face lightened a little when he heard Norton.

He would never doubt that Norton was his breed, for he was not so stupid as not to seek the truth, but the scar was not to be faked.

He had seen the woman last night with the same scar on the woman he had seen six years before, so it was definitely not Betsy.

"Clothes, off."

At this, Betsy's flushed face turned pale:

"What? Bert, what are you talking about?"

"Take off! I don't want to do it twice."

"Bert!”

Jick could not bear to see it any longer. A helpless look appeared on his face and he turned away, very consciously.

Betsy, looking at Bert's condition, knew that she could not escape this time. She had to take her clothes off slowly.

When she took off her clothes, she saw that there was a scar on her chest. The scar was exactly the same, in the same place.

Bert frowned a little when he saw the scar. Was he mistaken?

Even so, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?

"Come here."

When Betsy heard this, she got up bravely, and moved slowly to Bert's side.

Without hesitation, Bert reached out his hand and took Betsy in his arms.

Betsy, meanwhile, did not hold back any more, and, in a moment of joy, thought that he had at last come to touch her, she did not hesitate to offer her red lips.

Wrong! That was not how it felt! Not at all! There was no feeling at all that would allow him to eat the person in his arms.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, with joy on her face, Betsy was thrown to the ground.

"Out! Get out of here!"

With all tears on her face, Betsy put on clothes and fled the place desolately.