Only when she'd said it did Catherine realize she'd completely dug a hole for herself. She'd been so focused on echoing his words that she'd forgotten how shameless he could be. And now—well, this was the result.
Sure enough, his eyes immediately narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing through them.
"Mm. A thank-you shouldn't just be said with words," he drawled. "It should be shown through action to be truly sincere. Tonight, I'll make sure to thank you properly."
He deliberately emphasized the word thank, and Catherine pulled a pitiful face, hurriedly begging for mercy.
"I was wrong, I was wrong—can you just behave yourself for a bit?"
This was his mother's apartment, after all. And she was already a little tired.
Bert paid absolutely no attention to her pleas. He scooped her up in his arms and headed straight for the bed. Everything that followed was something Catherine could only endure passively.
