"It's... because I suddenly fell to the ground and it hurt, but it doesn't hurt anymore." Bertha Marley quickly came up with an excuse.
"How on earth did you fall?" Ruth Upperton didn't understand.
Indeed.
This is the Johnson Family villa, with expensive Swiss all-wool high-end carpets covering the corridor floors, not a single hair in sight; walking on it is flat and comfortable, like a pilgrimage road, leaving no chance for accidents.
So why did Bertha Marley fall?
"Because..."
Bertha Marley bit her lip and looked up at the man beside her, tall and handsome, leaving her only with his back, making it impossible to see his expression.
But even just that back was enough.
Bertha Marley was intoxicated by his charming silhouette, willingly saying, "Because my legs were weak, so I suddenly toppled over..."
"Ah, silly child, do be more careful next time."
