Under the heiress facade

Hera continued to stay silent.

Bernard asked again, "Is it really an after-effect?"

Hera picked up the pillow on the bed to throw it at him.

Bernard caught the pillow and chuckled. He decided to stop messing with her and threw the pillow back to the bed. He then got ready to take a shower.

When he took off his clothes, he noticed in the mirror that the scars on his chest seemed to have become lighter.

Bernard looked all over his body and noticed that the grisly scars had really faded. Even the old scar on his waist and the newly acquired one on his thigh were lighter, especially the new scar.

He turned around, his back facing the mirror. The big scars on his back had also faded.

His gaze flickered as his heart warmed and the corners of his lips lifted unconsciously.

He quickly showered and went out. Hera had already worn her jacket and was playing with her phone on the couch.

"Sweetie, did you really not do anything when I was asleep? I noticed that my scars look much lighter," Bernard asked as he got dressed.

"They looked really ugly, so I put on some ointment. There's still a bit left. Take it and use it every night consistently

one will care about that. You're the only one who can see them," Bernard

you feel burdened when

he would be reminded of all the times he got injured whenever he saw them. Removing the

should

said that, his gaze became cold. Even Hera felt the temperature in the room drop. She watched him, and for a moment, she realized that this was the real Bernard-cold, scheming, and

them, I can

disappeared immediately, as

now, she still hadn't seen

get food. I'm so hungry." Hera took her phone

the silver laptop on the couch that was blocked by Hera just now. He remembered that when they came, he

...

on the second floor. At this hour, the chefs

sat opposite each other at the long

hours. When he turned

how Raven