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

a new phone and swiftly transferred her data from her desktop. With a few swift clicks, she wiped the old phone clean, ensuring her privacy remained

week ushered in the much–anticipated anniversary celebration of Cavenridge International Academy, a three–day event spanning Wednesday

the school, particularly for the junior and senior students, as it attracted delegations from prestigious universities

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

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in signing up for the pre–university examination, please see

her game and

anyone from

our place, Ms. Lane.

this way just for this announcement. Take care of yourself and your

quiet, observing the

recent midterm results. She replied, “I got it. This is just a standard procedure, and

“Looks like Ms. Lane’s finally

a familiar sting. Cradling her growing belly, she retreated to her office and began outlining a supplementary lesson