Under the heiress facade

After getting into the car, Hera finally felt better after having the tiramisu cake Bernard had brought for her.

Hera took a shower once they arrived at the house. She was so tired that she couldn't be bothered to blow dry her hair and went to bed immediately.

Meanwhile, Bernard fed Tiramisu before getting rid of its poo. By the time he returned, he noticed Hera had fallen asleep with the towel wrapped around her hair.

He went over and reminded her gently, "Sweetie, you should dry your hair before going to bed. Otherwise, you'll get a headache."

Since Hera did not move, Bernard had no choice but to bring the hairdryer over and help dry her hair.

Although the hair dryer was rather noisy, it did not interrupt Hera's sleep at all. The operation seemed to have taken up a lot of her energy, making Bernard feel sorry for her.

After drying her hair and covering her with the blankets, Bernard kissed Hera on the forehead before getting up to leave.

After sleeping for the entire day, Hera woke up and happened to see Bernard dressed in his pajamas. He lay beside her. His intense gaze was fixed on her while he was propped up on one arm. Seeing that she was awake, Bernard's deep gaze shifted slightly before remarking, "You're finally awake."

The word "finally" made Hera wonder whether he had been watching her sleeping for a long time. That made him sound like a pervert.

"Why aren't you asleep?" She reached for her phone by the bedside and checked the time. It was 12:00 am.

kiss her forehead. "I'm jet-lagged, so I

prevent him from coming closer. "Are you not

Bernard hummed in response.

let's do something meaningful, shall we?" Hera hooked her fingers

a hint of humor, making her look beautiful and seductive.

was about to pin himself on top of Hera, she suddenly got out

rendered speechless. He felt as if he had been

the bedroom door, Hera turned back to cast

Bernard raised

suddenly had a bad gut feeling when he watched her enter the study. Soon, his guess proved

design drafts from the drawer and spread them on the table. "What do you think of my design?

en

Al medical robots, none of them had developed one successfully. In the past, Hera also wasn't certain what she would major in college. Now, she had an idea of what major she wanted to go

was speechless. Indeed,

his arms around her from behind and nibbled on her soft earlobe as a punishment. "What

suggest a