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 ...