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

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

Hera questioned Bernard again, “Where’s Douglas

replied without hesitation.

at

water near Slower Heights, suddenly received a

was lett puzzled

bouquet and pushed his wheelchair toward his unit.

the bouquet, Bern and scotted in disdain

noise from the peby trash can in she

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

her bouquet, Hera stared at Bernard.

hold onto it. It just slipped out of my grasp 1boy you anotherone,” Berned replied casually, already searching

impressed

Hera was greeted by

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

exclaimed, Liting the little pig in one hand while guiding Bemand’s wheelchair

Tiramisu on the couch, Hera tumed on the heater and fetched blanket to cover and before making him a cup

off your

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

please help me take them off?” Demand pleaded

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

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

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

Tiramu, suddenly finding it adecable. However, his

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

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

kit and word them to