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 the backseat. He cursed.

Skynew Heights, Hera questioned Bernard again, “Where’s Douglas

replied without

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bottled water near Slower Heights, suddenly received a message from Bernard. The message read, “Don’t

puzzled by

Hea handed Bernard the bouquet and pushed his wheelchair toward his unit.

and scotted in disdain at those

a noise from the peby trash can

the non–recyclable trash bin, with a

her bouquet, Hera stared at Bernard.

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

Beard’s response deeply impressed a

was greeted by Tiramisu

seen Bera, so it enthusiastically rubbed

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

couch, Hera tumed on the heater and fetched blanket

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

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

Can you please help me take them off?”

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

quite close to his groin. If the bullet had dermabed a

sympathy for Bernard as she contemplated the potential severity of his injury. Setting Tiramisu

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

pair of scissers in the other, approached him without hesitation, she began to cut down his pants. Her demeanor appeared somewhat inappropriate to

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

word them to stem the bleeding. After cleaning the