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

Heights, Hera questioned Bernard again, “Where’s Douglas then?”

on vacation,Bemard replied without

gazed at himinence.

suddenly received a message from Bernard. The

lett puzzled by the

handed Bernard the bouquet and pushed

scotted in disdain

arrived at Black & Hera heard a noise from

non–recyclable trash bin, with a few pink rose petals scattered on the

bouquet, Hera stared

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

impressed a man standing

top floor, Hera was greeted by Tiramisu as soon as she opened the door.

been a while since Tiramisu had seen Bera, so it enthusiastically rubbed against her feet, install

little pig in one hand

heater and fetched blanket to cover

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

turned to Bernard, who sat motionless in his wheekhair, his smile bearing hint of mystery.

help me take them off?” Demand pleaded affectionately, his tone

looked at his thigh Due to the upcy of the spy, she hadn’t paid much attention to the wound’s

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

the potential severity of his injury. Setting Tiramisu down, she tumed

it adecable. However, his smile

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

a large hele around the bloodstain on Demand’s trousers, revealing the wound beneath. As she had

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