Under the heiress facade

Chapter 42

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Chapter 42

Bernard replied, “Okay.”

The elevator reached the top floor.

There was only one unit on the top floor.

Bernard used his fingerprint to open the door, and a pink little creature rushed out from the house, robbing against his leg and grunting.

I was a pink pot–bellied pig!

A distinguished man like Bernard was actually raising a pig!

Just how much did he love pigs?

Hera would never forget the day of her fifth birthday when she received a small pot–bellied pig he had given ber

It looked very similar to this one. Shenamed it after her favorite dessert, Tiramisu,

“Pig, look who’s here.” Bernard bent down and reached out to turn the pig’s head, which was rubbing against his pants, toward Hera.

Hera was speechless.

had

Bernard calling it that and grunted before opening its

pinkle pig nose suddenly caught a familar

pe’s nose twitched, and it gradually

Hera’s heel. It seemed to remember something before granting happily as it circled around Hera and rubbed against

charmed by its cute behavior. She

little pig closed its eyes in

Mera called out tentatively

name, i the line pig happily nudged

this was not enough to express its happiness. It almost squeezed into Hera’s arms, vigorously rubbing its head against her to seek

picked it up. “It’s really you,

thar Tiramisu had passed away.

response while nestling in Hera’s arms

see its owner in its lifetime

large hand abruptly lifted it up from Hera’s arms and threw it back

ago, and you’re still in heat?” Bernard said coldy, his tone tinged

discontentedly at

Bernard’s sharp gaze

as it crawled back into its pigsty Eke a bullied

moist as it looked at Hera

cuteness and went over to rub

“Tiramisu, good boy.”

soft, devoid

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