Under the heiress facade

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Chapter 203

“What’s wrong?” Bernard asked as he noticed Hera holding the first aid kit.

“I’m going to clean your wound,” she replied, moving to the bedside and opening the kit.

“What wound?” Bernard asked nonchalantly, toweling his wet hair.

Hera’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she maintained her composure as she pointed to his collarbone.

A playful smirk tugged at Bernard’s lips as he met her gaze. He leaned back on the bed and propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement.

He exuded a seductive charm, reminiscent of a siren luring sailors to their doom. This small display of concern from Hera was a victory. Perhaps the bite hadn’t been in vain.

Hera’s focus on cleaning and dressing the wound belied her inner turmoil. Bernard’s silence only served to intensify her guilt, solidifying her belief that she had indeed bitten him. But his unspoken forgiveness allowed her to put the incident behind her.

was missing. In their haste, she had forgotten to retrieve her camera as

transferred her data from her desktop. With a few swift clicks, she wiped the old phone

celebration of Cavenridge

senior students, as

pre–university examination. The university representatives would use this exam to identify

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from the podium after delivering the school notice, “Anyone interested in signing up

momentarily distracted from her game and glanced up

from our class

student chimed in, “We know our place,

you didn’t have to come all this way just for this announcement. Take care

observing the

she remembered their recent midterm results. She replied, “I got it. This is just

“Looks like

her office and began outlining a supplementary lesson plan. Moments after