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.

had forgotten to retrieve her camera as well,

desktop. With a few swift clicks, she

Cavenridge International Academy, a three–day event spanning Wednesday to Friday.

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

would use this exam to identify exceptional students and

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“Anyone interested in signing up for the pre–university examination, please see me in the

her game and glanced

you seriously expect anyone from our class to pass that exam and get in?”

“We know our place, Ms.

this way just for this announcement.

quiet, observing

disappointment crossed Kerry’s face as she remembered their recent midterm results. She replied, “I

“Looks like Ms. Lane’s finally given up on

students‘ apathy toward their studies a familiar sting. Cradling her growing belly, she retreated to her office and began outlining a supplementary