Bertha Swift looked at the suddenly nervous man with confusion in her eyes.
Of course, Adam Piers wouldn't tell Bertha that he had just managed over the last few days to gradually win over Mrs. Swift, gaining her good impression. Now Bertha had just cried, her eyes red and swollen; if she were to leave now and run into Mrs. Swift, all his efforts would be wasted?
But his thoughts were in vain, as Bertha, held in his arms, was quite unhappy and wanted to struggle out.
Adam had no choice but to issue a quiet warning, "Going out looking like this, do you want everyone to know what we just did?"
"What did we do?" Bertha was defiant.
Adam didn't speak but merely looked down at Bertha.
Following Adam's gaze, Bertha discovered her clothes were messily strewn, her long hair disheveled. Remembering she'd just cried, she must look miserably treated, prompting instant silence and sulking where she stood.
