Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 172

The sad truth was that Douglas never got to go on a vacation

On the way home, Bernard’s car got stuck in a traffic jam, thanks to the evening rush hour. Typically speaking, they could reach Skyview Heights in over ten minutes. But they were stack in the jam for half an hour this time. Unfortunately, they had yet to reach their destination

Hera leaned against the seat while playing on her phone. Suddenly, she felt something weighing her shoulder down. It turned out that Bernard had rested his head against her shoulder.

She harmed to see Bernard’s face, which was magnified before her. Did he fall asleep on her shoulder?

Only when Hera was staring at Beard from this angle did she rear how thick and long his eyelashes actually were. Now that his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were able to cast down crescent shadows on the spot under his eyes.

Bernard’s skin was smoother than that of a regular woman’s. The outlines of his tallnose and sharp jaw were accentuated even more, thanks to the glow of the streetlights.

Anyone would killed to have a face as gorgeous as Bernard’s.

Hera’s mind began to wander as she stared at Bernard blankly.

Douglas focused on driving the whole time. Once the jam finally cleared up, he put his foot on the gas pedal and sped down the road

Skyview Heights was just right ahead. Douglas stole a glance in the rearview mirror at that moment, only to get stabbed in the heart at the sweet and tender sight.

up from the jolt?

his direction before getting into the car earlier. Realization downed on him as he steered the car slightly to the left.

the car drove past

that this was for the sake of Bemard’s tore happiness. In a way, he was also doing this

ended up making three laps

longer. He could recognize the license plate number

new to these parts? Can you even find the entrance properly? You’ve already done three laps around the area, you

thanks to Doughs applying the brakes abruptly. Even Bernard was

fell silent for a

unanimously decided to avoid bringing up what had

to take his medicine on time. Then, she

bed in her pajamas. She then tapped on WhatsApp

Nova was still stuck at the part where he wanted her

on her keypad for awhile before sending the

photo to

it, she heard Gino’s voice drifting from

calls earlier, and you didn’t even call me back! Yet, you picked up Mom’s call right away! Am

having spotted Gino’s missed calls in the afternoon, but she had completely forgotten to call

“What’s the matter?”

if there’s nothing going on? Why aren’t you coming home again?”

moment she

to get her hands on the century–old pardyroot. That was when she saw the photo she had just sent to