He was in pain, his body twisted but he did not hide.

Bertha laughed, glaring. “Okay, Shane, you let me pretend to be the bad guy, and you take on the role of the good guy?”

“No, you protecting me makes me happy.”

Only then did Bertha let go, her thumb gently caressing his face.

Shane contentedly enjoyed her love.

Remembering Anselm's incident, he immediately turned serious. “Bertha, I'll take you back to Griselda's house first tonight, you don't have ...