Chapter 259

Her hands were placed on the bed. As soon as she stepped back, she sat up, her whole body curled up on the head of the bed, her arms swinging in a self-defense gesture.

"Stay away from me."

Shane is helpless.

Seeing that she still seemed drunk, he spoke hoarsely. “Miss. Bertha, I'm Shane.”

Shane?

Bertha silently read the name again.

These past few days, the name she heard the most was this name that made her extremely disgusted.

She took the object on the nightstand as a weapon and scolded fiercely.

“This bastard. Do you want to marry me? Dream away. I will take you to hell."

Shane was kicked hard by her in the side, causing him so much pain that his whole body convulsed.

He held one of his hips, and before the pain subsided, Bertha quickly picked up the decorative flower vase on the nightstand and prepared to throw it on his head.

Shane quickly hugged his head, bending over.

He didn't fight back, nor did he dodge, letting her hit him.

The vase in Bertha's hand hit him repeatedly on h