Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 152

“you left in a hurry, claiming you were coming back to check on Tiramisu Yet here you are, meeting that guy?” Bemand questioned, his expression souring

lancing at Christopher, whom he recognized as Aaron’s cousin, Bernard scotted again. He was clearly physically superior to Christopher, so he couldn’t fathom why Hera would accept Christopher’s bouquet

Demard had thought Train was his only competition, but apparently, there was this guy tool

“That’s one of your concem, Herareplied, remembering he hadn’t explained himself either when he was alone with other women

“You’re underage, so I forbid you to date!” named retorted.

“Lalso forbade you from moving around, and yet you’re here,” He stated, her displeasure evident as she stared at him in the wheelchair.

Despite the biting winter cold, Bernard was clad only in thin casual attire, his hands on the armrest tuming ashen from the chill

He wondered why he was there alone in such weather, judging by the red stain near his left thigh on his pants, Hera assumed his wound had been reopened.

“Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchart?” Hera asked, her brows furrowed

Even though the surgery was successful, his wound still required time to fully heal. He couldn’t help but question whether and truly cared about his health.

Sensing her anger, Berard lowered his gaze to his legs and said. “Aaron needs to go on a mission, so he decided to send me back.”

He then raised his head and looked into Hera’s eyes, his eyes tinged with innocence. “He didn’t even have the time to send me back to my unit, leaving me here alone”

Hera quietly observed him, and at his skill at playing the victim

Glancing at the rearview mirror, be noticed a black cout in the backseat. He

Heights, Hera

replied without hesitation.

at

bottled water near Slower Heights, suddenly received a message from Bernard. The message read, “Don’t come back. You’re on

puzzled

handed Bernard the bouquet and

the bouquet, Bern and scotted in disdain

Hand Bernard arrived at Black & Hera heard a noise from the peby

bouquet forcefully thrown into the non–recyclable trash bin, with a few pink rose petals scattered

it was her bouquet, Hera stared

so I couldn’t hold onto it. It just slipped out of my grasp 1boy you anotherone,” Berned replied casually, already searching foreby florists on his

response deeply impressed a man

floor, Hera was greeted by Tiramisu as soon as

seen Bera, so it enthusiastically rubbed against

so much, Tiramis Hera exclaimed, Liting the little pig in one

Tiramisu on the couch, Hera tumed on the heater and fetched blanket to

off your pants once you’ve

who sat motionless in

help me take them off?” Demand pleaded

to the upcy of the spy, she hadn’t paid much attention to the wound’s exact

finally realized the wound was quite close to his groin. If the bullet had dermabed a little more, Nemænd

feeling a twinge of sympathy for Bernard as she contemplated the potential severity of his injury. Setting Tiramisu down, she

Tiramu, suddenly finding it adecable. However, his smile didn’t last

hand and a pair of scissers in the other, approached him without hesitation, she

revealing the

silver needles from her kit and word them to stem the bleeding. After cleaning the woteid, she