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

he suddenly sheezed. Glancing at the rearview mirror, be noticed a black cout in

Heights, Hera

vacation,Bemard replied without hesitation.

gazed at

received a message from Bernard. The

was lett puzzled by

bouquet and pushed his wheelchair

Bern and scotted in disdain at those 30 pink roses.

noise from the peby trash can in she reached for

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

bouquet, Hera stared at

it. It just slipped out of my grasp 1boy you anotherone,” Berned replied casually, already searching foreby florists on his plane

Hera was left speechless, Beard’s response deeply impressed a man standing next to

Hera was greeted by Tiramisu as soon as she opened the

Tiramisu had seen Bera, so it enthusiastically rubbed against her feet,

Hera exclaimed, Liting the little pig in one hand while

on the couch, Hera tumed on the heater and fetched blanket to cover and before making

remarked, “Take off your pants once you’ve warmed up. I’ll take a

turned to Bernard, who sat motionless

take them off?” Demand pleaded affectionately, his tone bed with

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

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

Hera said, feeling a twinge of sympathy for Bernard as she contemplated the potential severity of

it adecable.

rolkal kit is one hand and a pair of scissers in the other, approached him without

few snips, Hera swiftly eat a large hele around the bloodstain on Demand’s trousers, revealing the wound beneath.

few silver needles from her kit and word them to