Chapter 76 Taking Bane Home

'Bane Reed, you're good!

"Villains! Bad egg! Bert Ron's a villain!"

As soon as he had finished saying that, Bane made another hiccup.

The anger was immediately poured down a basin of cold water.

Bert pressed his lips together, trying to suppress his laughter, and said, "You're right! I am a villain. What can you do to me?"

Bane sniffed. "You -- why do you bother me? Bert Ron, what on earth are you doing?"

A look of seriousness came over Bert's face. "You'll find out soon enough."

Bane's eyes filled with grievance, way: "why not tell me now?"

"You can't."

If you knew, you'd leave.

And how could he?

Bane looked at Bert with an aggrieved look. "Sophie's all I've got now," he said. "I really can't give you anything."

"You still have."

That is, who you are.

Bert thought Bane was more interesting when he was drunk. There was water in his red eyes, and he was not too cute.

Before she was drunk, she was like a rose, with thorns. Although she was smiling, the softest part of her heart was wrapped with thorns, so that people could not get close to her.

And at the moment she is undoubtedly a flower without thorns.

"I want to go home. I don't want to be with you. Let me go home."

As he said this, Bane was obviously weak and spoke as softly as a kitten.

"Said Bert suddenly.

"Do you want to have a home?

Bane bowed his head and was silent for a long time.

Bert did not urge her, but waited patiently for an answer.

It was a long time before she nodded.

"Yes, I want to have a home that belongs to me, a home where nobody drives me away."

Then his eyes began to water again.

It was the first time Bert had ever learned to love.

He had already checked the past of Bain, she was a postmortum child, the mother married someone else when she was not born, and then divorced, and began to drift from place to place since childhood.

"And Sophie. I have a family."

Bane suddenly emphasized.

Bert reacted and began to coax Bane. "Sophie can't do without a father," he said. "What's more, she should have a father."

Bane thought carefully, then shook his head again.

"No, I'm all Sophie needs as a mother!"

The fire in Bert's heart rose again, and he could hardly contain it.

"No! How could Sophie be without her father's care?"

Bane hesitated. "Sure, sure..."

"Sure."

"That..."

'What?

Bane swallowed his saliva, a very reluctant appearance, way: "then find a can marry me..."

Bert Ron: "..."

Bane seemed to think this was a good idea and kept on thinking about finding someone to marry her. Then her eyes opened and closed, looking very sleepy.

When Bert saw her, he did not ask any further questions, but started the car again.

And the way back.

Bert's house, of course.

After all, the woman was his and his son's real mother.

When Bert brought the men back, he was able to give Myron a call to tell him.

Ron's estate was about to explode at the news, and everyone was making frantic preparations for the first woman to be brought home by the young master.

Such treatment was not enjoyed by Betsy Reed.

Myron began to arrange all this himself, then stood by and waited nervously.

All the servants stooped neatly as Bert went inside with Bane in his arms, and not a single voice was uttered.

Myron hurried over. "The room is ready, Sir."

"Good."

Then Bert carried Bane into the room and put her on the bed.

Bane was already fast asleep, her eyebrows furrowed, apparently from an unpleasant dream.

Bert stooped down to smooth her frown, and was about to leave when he heard Bane's grumbling voice in his ear.

"Bert Ron's a villain!

"......"

The servant waiting outside turned pale in an instant.

My god! How dare this woman call her husband a jerk! Did she want to die?

I thought Mr. Ron was going to punish this woman, but Bert chuckled.

And then received Bert's order, "Help her to freshen up."

"Yes, Sir."

The maid at the door entered the room at once and was about to wash Bane.

Bert stepped out of the room, shook his arm, and said, "It's still heavy, and it's silly. What's Norton doing?"

"He's already in bed," Myron said quickly. "He learned more today."

"All right, don't wake him up."

"Yes, Sir."

Bert didn't have to guess how pleased Norton would be to see Bane here tomorrow.

He thought of getting it all over with, and then he could take Bane over.

With Bane here, he's probably looking forward to going home.

When Bane woke up, her head split, and she rolled twice, clutching it. She rolled twice and turned pale.

Where did she get such a big bed?

Bane sprang to her feet, glancing around the room, which was so richly decorated that it belonged to her.

I this...

Where is it?

She tried to recollect her own memory, but she couldn't remember anything, and the memory broke when she got into Bert's car.

Wait, Burt Rowan's car? !

Without thinking about it, Bane pulled back the covers and looked at what she was wearing. Suddenly she turned pale. She had lost her outfit the day before, and was now wearing a silk nightdress.

There was a knock at the door, followed by a respectful voice.

'Are you up, miss? We've got breakfast ready and clothes ready for you. May I come in? '

Bane let someone in, and the color came back to her pale face, so that it was the maid who changed her clothes.

"Would you like me to dress it for you, miss?"

"No, I can do it myself."

Bane looked at it. It was her own dress, dry-cleaned, and she quickly changed into it.

As soon as he opened the door, he found a maid waiting at the door.

"Miss, Sir Will send you down, breakfast is ready."

Bane came downstairs with mixed feelings. The table was long and there were two figures, one large and the other small. She stopped short.