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

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

Hera questioned Bernard

on vacation,Bemard replied without

at himinence.

received a message from Bernard. The

puzzled by

and pushed his wheelchair toward his

bouquet, Bern and scotted in

arrived at Black & Hera heard a noise from the peby trash can in she reached for the elevator

forcefully thrown into the non–recyclable trash bin,

it was her bouquet, Hera

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

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

by Tiramisu as soon

had been a while since Tiramisu had seen Bera, so it

Liting the little pig

fetched blanket to

completing her tasks, Hera craded Thramau and casually remarked, “Take off your pants once you’ve warmed up.

self–conscious about her words, she turned to Bernard, who sat motionless in his

tean’t move. Can you please help me take them off?” Demand

upcy of the spy, she hadn’t paid much

quite close to his groin. If the bullet had dermabed a little more, Nemænd might have

as she contemplated the potential severity of his injury. Setting Tiramisu down, she tumed to teach her

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

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

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

them to stem the bleeding. After cleaning the woteid, she applied a fresh