Yeah, I do like you.
Rosiley was dumbfounded when she was confessed to by a popular male celebrity. It took her a long
time to regain her senses.
She laughed awkwardly to conceal her shock, and then pretended to be unpleasant as she glared at
Bertram. "Superstar Bertram, the joke you're telling is not funny."
“I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth.”
His serious expression instantly froze her laughter. She pursed her lips and was at a loss for what to
do.
If she knew that he would admit it so honestly, she wouldn't have said that.
Well, now she was embarrassed!
Rosiley scolded herself in her heart, and her brain raced to think about how to solve this awkward
situation.
At this time, Bertram said, "Actually, you don't have to feel burdened. It's my personal matter to like
you."
Rosiley's heart was filled with mixed emotions when he said this.
He was trying to relax her, not wanting her to be at a loss.
"Bertram, I...”
Rosiley tried to speak, but she didn't know what to say.
Bertram smiled, and his smile carried a trace of depression. "Rosiley, I told you that I liked you because
it was my true feeling, and I didn't want it to be a burden to you.”
Rosiley bit her lip and smiled brightly, "My bucket list is fulfilled now that a perfect guy with national
popularity says he likes me.”
Bertram could no longer control his emotions. He raised his hand and gently caressed her head. "You
fool, how can this be the finale of your bucket list? You are not ambitious at all”
Rosiley felt inexplicably familiar with his tone. She looked at him blankly and asked, "Did we know each
other before?"
He stiffened. He looked straight into her puzzled eyes and smiled.
"No, we don't know each other.”
"Oh." Rosiley took a deep breath and said, "I just suddenly felt that you gave me a familiar feeling, as if
we had known each other for a long time.’
"It's possible that we met in our previous lives.’ Bertram said jokingly.
Rosiley couldn't help but laugh, "How could there be a previous life? It's all superstition!"
Bertram smiled and didn't say anything else.
Sachin pushed open the door and surprisingly discovered that there was a man in the room. His gaze
instantly became sharp especially when he saw that Bertram was caressing Rosiley's head. Malice
suddenly rose in his eyes.
The moment Rosiley saw Sachin, the smile on her face froze.
Damn, it couldnt be a coincidence, right?
Seeing Sachin's gloomy expression, Rosiley exclaimed in her heart. Did he misunderstand her
relationship with Bertram?"
Actually, the moment the door was pushed open, Bertram heard it and sensed a cold and domineering
aura.
He didn't need to look back to see who it was.
Looking at Rosiley's scared expression, he comforted her softly, "Don't worry, I will explain it clearly.”
He caressed her head again, then stood up, turned around, and calmly faced the man who was on par
with him.
"Hello, Mr. Sachin.” Bertram greeted him with a calm expression.
Sachin narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of coldness. He asked in a deep voice, "Why are you
here?"
"I heard that she was hospitalized, so I came to visit her.”
The answer made sense.
"Sachin, Bertram came with Emma, but Emma left."
Worried that Sachin would overthink, Rosiley explained.
Sachin looked at the frightened and worried woman and sighed in his heart. Did she think that he
wouldn't believe her?
"Since Mr. Sachin is here, then I won't stay any longer.” Bertram turned to Rosiley and said, “Rosiley,
I'm leaving.”
"Oh. Take care.” Rosiley's attention was on Sachin, so her attitude towards him was a little cold.
A trace of disappointment flashed through Bertram's eyes. He took a look at her and walked out without
turning back.
Sachin looked at Rosiley and then turned around to follow him.
Holy shit, why did Sachin leave?
Rosiley was shocked. She lifted the blanket and got out of bed. Without putting on her shoes, she
chased after him barefoot.
Bertram put on his hat and sunglasses as he walked. Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind him.
"Mr. Chad.”
Sachin stood a few steps away from him and looked at him.
"Mr. Sachin, can I help you?" Bertram asked.
"Mr. Chad, you like Rosiley."
This was an affirmative sentence.
Bertram raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he smiled. "Is Mr. Sachin here to tell me this?"
Sachin didn't say anything. He just looked at him quietly, pressuring Bertram.
Who was Bertram? Not to mention his mysterious background, it was obvious that he was somebody
since he could reach such a high level in the entertainment industry in just a few years.
Therefore, he did not take Sachin seriously. He chuckled with his eyes full of ridicule. "So, Mr. Sachin
doesn't have confidence in himself?"
Hearing this, Sachin smiled and said, "Mr. Chad is overthinking."
Bertram raised his eyebrows and continued, "I just want to remind Mr. Chad to stay away from Rosiley
so that she won't get hurt. After all, Mr. Chad has quite a few enemies."
After saying that, he looked meaningfully at Bertram and then turned around to enter the ward.
Sachin, the successor of the Lu Family, the leading family of the four great families of Benin, was a
man that could not be underestimated.
However, as long as one was at the upper class, and it was possible that he may die from the fight for
powers and wealth. Was such a family really suitable for Rosiley?
Sachin said that Bertram had enemies, but what about him? He was no different from Bertram and
would be attacked at any time.
How could he ensure Rosiley's safety?
His lips curving into a smile, Bertram put on his mask, turned around, and left.
In the future, there would be uncertainties in everything.
Rosiley put her ear to the door, wanting to know what was going on outside, but the door was so
effectively soundproof and she didn't hear anything.
Just as she was about to turn around and go back to bed, the door was suddenly pushed open, and
she was hit straight behind the door.
She cried out in pain.
When Sachin heard her, he knitted his eyebrows and opened the door. He saw her cover her forehead
and look at him in grievance.
Very grieved.
Sachin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Seeing that he was laughing, Rosiley punched him in displeasure. "What are you laughing at? I was in
a daze from the knock. How can you laugh?"
Sachin suppressed his laughter and stepped forward to lift her on the waist.
Rosiley exclaimed. Then, she leaned her head against his shoulder with her gaze fixed on his perfect
profile. She was a little nervous.
Sachin gently put her on the bed, glanced at her, and then his gaze moved to her smooth feet.
"The ground is so cold. You are not allowed to walk barefoot in the future,’ he scolded her.
Hearing this, Rosiley looked at her feet. Under his gaze, she uneasily curled up her toes and replied,
"Got it.”
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