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

at the rearview

Skynew Heights, Hera questioned Bernard

replied without

gazed at

who was sent to buy some bottled water near Slower Heights, suddenly received a message from Bernard. The message read,

puzzled by the

Bernard the bouquet and pushed

scotted in disdain at

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

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

it was her bouquet, Hera stared at

slipped out of my

left speechless, Beard’s response deeply impressed a man standing

Hera was greeted by Tiramisu as

Tiramisu had seen Bera, so it enthusiastically rubbed against her feet, install weering joydully.

Liting the little pig in

on the heater and fetched blanket to cover and before making him a

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

words, she turned to Bernard, who sat motionless

help me take them off?” Demand pleaded affectionately,

looked at his thigh Due to the upcy of the

view, she finally realized the wound was quite close to his groin.

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

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

kit is one hand and a pair of scissers in the other, approached him without hesitation, she began to

hele around the bloodstain on Demand’s trousers, revealing the wound

silver needles from her kit and word them to