Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 83

“Why are you still here?’ Hera exclaimed.

Ever since she returned from the Everett residence that day, Bernard had been spending the night here with his health as an excuse.

This morning, she gave him acupuncture treatment and though he left after that, only to find out he was still here.

“This is my house,” Bemard replied.

Hera remained silent before responding, “Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t stay often?”

“But my health condition depends on you,” Bernard said, his profound eyes fixed on her. His deep voice gave the illusion that he was coaxing her.

by his charm and was momentarily unable to respond

her exquisite face. Hera was wearing a light beige silk slip dress. Below her fair, slender collarbone, her voluptuous figure was subtly

suddenly found the sleeping Tiramisu in itera’s arms somewhat

approached closer and brushed aside a strand of hair on her cheek. Then, his knuckles traced down her slender neck. Finally, he gently lifted Tiramisu

spoil it

a moment to notice his gaze, and her cheeks flushed red with a thud, she turned away with embarrassment and closed the

confusion at the closed door, then at Bernard, who frowned slightly. It had been in Hera’s arms just a moment ago, so how did things change?

advantage of her from now

gazed at Bernard

against the door inside her room with her heart racing. She was used to living alone, so she wore

earlier words had already left her at a loss, so she could only pretend

and reminded herself not to be fooled by his

she avenged Daphne’s death and cleared Locius‘ name. She would leave here once

had just finished taking a cold shower and was glancing at Hera’s closed door with a slight frown. Countless women were obsessed with his looks, yet Hera continued to keep her distance

keeping her distance?” Bernard typed the question