Chapter 871:
A serious look appeared on Herbert’s face.
I had a bad feeling.
Bella’s POV:
“Miranda, Lucas should go to school!”
“Yes, sir,” Miranda immediately replied.
Then, Herbert dragged me to the second floor.
I quickly shook off his hand.
“Why did you bring me here? I’m going to be late!”
The corner of Herbert’s mouth twitched.
“Miss Stepanek, you need to explain to me who the toad is.”
I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. I turned my head and said, “The toad is just an animal.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Herbert’s expression was serious.
He continued, “Miss Stepanek said last night that someone was number one in her heart, but after a night, that someone became a toad. A certain someone is very angry right now!”
Herbert crossed his arms over his chest. I walked up to him and asked, “Are you angry, Mr. Toad?”
Herbert didn’t respond. I sighed and said, “All right, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have called you a toad. You are obviously a handsome gentleman. I’ll go to work first. Bye…”
Before I could finish, Herbert grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.
I heard him say, “Mr. Toad is very angry now. Aren’t you going to coax me?”
“How can I coax you? Ah…”
In the next moment, his lips covered mine, and he pushed me onto the bed.
An hour later, bright sunshine streamed into the room through the window veil, and a group of birds chased each other outside.
In the room, Herbert stood by the bed, buttoning his shirt. He seemed to be in a good mood. Meanwhile, I lay naked on the bed, throwing pillows, clothes, and anything soft I could find at him.
“Bastard, bastard, bastard! You only know how to bully me!” I shouted.
However, Herbert was in high spirits. He wasn’t angry at all. After buttoning his shirt, he turned and sat by the bed, leaning close to whisper in my ear, “I’m not a toad this time.”
I cast a quick glance at him and said, “A load is a pest!”
Herbert laughed.
“Whatever bug you say it is, that’s what it is!”
“You’re so annoying!” I said, pushing his face aside in irritation.
Herbert reached out and pulled me into his arms. In a low voice, he asked, “Are you still angry?”
“I’m going to be late for work!” I complained.
