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

rearview mirror, be noticed a black cout in the backseat. He cursed. When did

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

replied

at himinence.

Slower Heights, suddenly received

was lett puzzled by

handed Bernard the bouquet and pushed his wheelchair

Bern and scotted in disdain at those 30

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

non–recyclable trash bin,

it was her bouquet, Hera stared at Bernard.

it. It just slipped out of my grasp 1boy you anotherone,” Berned

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

was greeted by Tiramisu as soon as she

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

much, Tiramis Hera exclaimed, Liting the little pig in

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

remarked, “Take off your pants

Bernard, who sat motionless in his wheekhair, his

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

quietly looked at his thigh Due to the upcy of the spy,

obstructing her view, she finally realized the wound was 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

smiled victoriously at Tiramu, suddenly finding it

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

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,

word them to stem the bleeding. After cleaning