She pushed his hand away, rubbing her wrist. “I'm not scared, but I feel like you're so famous but go into the women's bathroom to block people, I can't believe it.”
Derek's deep dark eyes glanced at her, and he lit a cigarette.
Bertha hated the smell of cigarettes, she frowned.
The wafting smoke made his face look a little gloomier, his face was expressionless, and finally, he began to ask.
“Who was the man who ate with you?”
Bertha just glanced at him coldly. "Not your story."
The question was disregarded, Derek did not get angry but continued to ask. “Just now it seemed like he wanted to pursue you, so what about you? Do you like him too?”
Huh?
Bertha seemed to understand something.
She raised her eyes, staring at him a bit strangely. “So, you came here on purpose to block me,
