Under the heiress facade

"We had it worse whenever we had missions. Everyone had to sleep on the ground in the wild, so it's not bad here," reminisced Bernard.

Hera wordlessly watched him spread his formal coat on the ground like a mat. In fact, it was handmade by a famous Lumorian designer. The designer might faint if he saw this. After spreading it only big enough for himself to lay down, Bernard looked at her earnestly. "Would you like to share it with me?"

"Goodbye."

When Hera was about to leave, she noticed something under the suitcase. It was the black silky nightgown she couldn't find last night!

Alarmed, she quickly reached for it, but Bernard noticed her intention and grabbed it first. He hid it behind him.

"Give it back to me!" She glared at him.

"I bought it, so I guess it belongs to me, right?" Bernard pointed it out on purpose.

She pounced at him to snatch the garment back. Then, she took her phone out to transfer ten grand to him.

"I bet this nightgown and the courtyard house are worth only this much. I don't owe you anything anymore!"

Can't you at least give me something for remembrance?" He

day you finally realize that I'm cruel?" She got up and patted the dust away

steps, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

this cruel to him! "Will you provide a bed? I

hotel to your liking." She

Bernard became speechless.

How cruel of her.

she didn't show him mercy, he had to think of a way

even if he was sick. However, after spending the last six months with quality sleep, spending a

study to delete the online comments that were targeting

to the northern wing to make some

"Herie."

looked back, but her hands didn't

you doing? Need help?" Catherine changed

hard to come by, so I

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