Under the heiress facade

Chapter 263

Hera buried her face in Bernard’s neck. The faint tobacco scent on him gave her a deep sense of security.

She stayed like that for a while, letting the sudden wave of emotion subside before realizing she’d let her guard down.

As she pulled away, she noticed a damp spot on his shirt collar and felt a twinge of embarrassment.

“I’ve been missing the steak you make. I thought I’d never get to taste it again,” Hera said, attempting to mask her feelings with a cough.

Bernard saw right through her and smiled.

“just the steak I make?”

He gently tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear as he spoke. The casual gesture left Hera’s mind in a whirl, and her skin felt warm where his fingers had touched.

Hera avoided his gaze and replied firmly, “Yes.”

“Not the person who makes it? Bernard asked with a hopeful glint in his eye.

Hera remained silent.

about to get angry again, but then she

Bernard’s heart soared.

couldn’t resist teasing her,

he was doing it

its usual cool demeanor as she looked at him seriously and said,

chuckled softly. Even for those first three words, he’d make her steaks

it for you once you’re discharged. For now,

handsome, but when he smiled, he was even more dazzling, like an angel. It was irresistible

trying to

her face away, determined not to fall

the door, and Bernard called out, “Come

they saw Hera awake, they greeted her. Johnsen noticed the empty TV

the wet patch on Bernard’s collar and asked,

wondered if Bernard had

between Bernard and Hera, sensing something amiss. It didn’t seem likely either of them

at Bernard and asked,

stayed silent as her thoughts raced.

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smoothly, “The heater was set too high. I