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 mirror, be noticed a black cout in

Hera

replied without hesitation.

gazed at

some bottled water near Slower Heights, suddenly received a message

puzzled by

bouquet and

and scotted in disdain at

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

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

was her bouquet, Hera

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

response deeply impressed a man standing next to the elevator.

floor, Hera was greeted by Tiramisu

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

Hera exclaimed, Liting the little pig in one

and fetched blanket to cover and before making him a

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

she turned to Bernard, who sat motionless in his wheekhair, his smile bearing hint

hurt tean’t move. Can you please help me take them

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

cloth obstructing her view, she finally realized the wound was quite close to

as she contemplated the potential severity of

at Tiramu, suddenly finding it adecable. However, his

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

revealing the wound beneath. As she had anticipated, the wound had reopened, and

a few silver needles from her kit and word them to stem the bleeding. After cleaning the