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.

phone was missing. In their haste, she had forgotten to retrieve her camera as well, but that could be easily remedied.

a few swift

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

for the junior and senior students, as it attracted delegations from prestigious universities worldwide seeking potential

university representatives would use this exam to identify exceptional students and extend valuable guaranteed admission offers.

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interested in signing

distracted from her game and glanced up at

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

know our place, Ms. Lane.

you didn’t have to come all this way just for this

quiet, observing the scene.

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

of laughter. “Looks like

Cradling her growing belly, she retreated to her office and began outlining a supplementary lesson plan. Moments after the bell signaled the