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

pig seemed dissatisfied with Bernard calling it that and grunted before opening its mouth as if to bite him.

pig nose suddenly caught a familar scent.

gradually approached Hera

before granting happily as it circled around Hera and rubbed against her foot. It was seeking

behavior. She squatted down and patted

its eyes in

called

i the line pig happily nudged

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

anties and picked it up. “It’s really you, Tiramisu, I thought

thought thar Tiramisu

Hera’s

its lifetime was the greatest happiness for

three minutes. A large hand abruptly lifted it up from Hera’s arms and threw it back into its

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

granted discontentedly at

next moment, it felt Bernard’s sharp

and sniveled as it crawled back

pair of dark eyes was moist

cuteness and went over to rub its

“Tiramisu, good boy.”

soft, devoid of the

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