Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 86

Hera had barely tasted the dish, so she obediently nodded. “Yeali

“Say ‘Please, Bernie‘ then,” Bemand requested. As he finished his words, he braced himself, expecting Hera to meet his request with a chilly response.

Yet, the temptation of delle konis food was too

Bimatoprsist, Without hesitation, she called out, “Please, Bernie,”

With that, Bernard’s hand twitched imperceptibly, and his throat tightened, is spur–of–the–moment decision to have tena address him differently suddenly felt weighty.

It wasn’t the first time people had called him “Berule,” but heating lil banderafelt different,

As Heta spoke, her mind telt logry, as if the food had clouded her thoughts. She couldn’t believe she fell for his charm. Despite her racing heart, she accepted the steak calmily and continued eating.

as was the bacon. Ilent convinced herself she was only complying for the sake of the food. Yeah,

each other, lost in their thoughts. ng breakfast,

her. “Leave It. The maid will handle it. Tonight, come with me to meet someone,”

Hera inquired, still preoccupied as she kept an

Chime,” Bemard sakl, deliberately

then glanced up as she asked, “Why do you

vaguely remembered

since her

paths at an international medical conference before. She knew Camille had earned

a medical prodigy

and then offered a reasnuble explanation, “To assess

displeased “Don’t you believe that I’ll

someone else for me,” Berard explained, his tone carrying a hint of resentment as

contrast from her earlier compliance. At that moment, she seemed like a fair–weather partner, disengaging now that they’d

I’m isolated and defenseless, I