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.

teasing her, “Who do you miss?”

suspected he was doing

to its usual cool demeanor as she looked at him seriously

softly. Even for those first three words,

once you’re discharged. For now, you need to eat light.”

He was already devastatingly handsome, but when he

he trying to

not to fall

then, there was a knock on the door, and Bernard called

Hera awake, they greeted her. Johnsen

Bernard’s collar and asked, “Why’s your shirt wel, Bernard?”

Bernard had been crying

something amiss. It didn’t seem likely either of them

glanced at Bernard and asked,

silent as her

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