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.

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

desktop. With a few swift clicks, she wiped the old phone clean, ensuring her privacy

new week ushered in the much–anticipated anniversary celebration of Cavenridge

junior and senior

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

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

was momentarily distracted from her game

expect anyone from our class to pass that exam and get

student chimed in, “We know our place, Ms.

this way just for this announcement. Take

observing the

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

of laughter. “Looks like Ms. Lane’s finally given up on us!”

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