Under the heiress facade

Chapter 627

Hera lowered her head, her gaze falling on Bernard's fingers that were tightly clutching her arm.

Who knew that Grandmaster of Astral Nova would be afraid of coming to a morgue?

"I was just worried that you'd feel scared in here," Bernard tried to explain.

Hera gave him a helpless smile wry smile. Standing on her toes, she pecked him on his cheek, to which he swallowed. The next moment, his eyes lit up in glee. Although they were both wearing masks, that kiss stirred his heart.

"Are you still scared?" Hera asked.

"Yes, I am!" Bernard answered eagerly, which made Hera suspect that he said that on purpose.

The steel door of the morgue started clanging as the cries of a young man filled the air.

"Someone! Help me! Let me out!" he cried.

"Wait, what? So, you haven't died?" exclaimed the middle-aged man. He stopped at the end of the corridor, plucked out a key, and unlocked the door.

The moment the door was opened, a young man in a hospital gown dashed out of the morgue. It was none other than Roman.

His face was drained of all color, and his lips were equally pale. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Bernard knitted his eyebrows together when he saw Roman standing right in front of them. Did Hera come here for Roman? What the heck happened between the two of them? When Hera came into his sight, Roman ran toward her as fast as his legs could bring him. But Bernard was quicker than him.

Hera as if to shield her from Roman, who called out

arms tightly around Bernard's legs, but before his tears could start spilling, Bernard quickly pried

least, though. He was more than happy to

see anyone or anything that wasn't a corpse. As long as the person was alive, he would throw his hands

Hera commented. Seeing how Roman managed to cry so loudly, she knew

resuscitated, Hera asked the medical staff to put on a show with her. Linda's birthday was just around the corner,

him just a few hours ago, but she pulled him back from

on?" Bernard gave

it to you elsewhere," Hera

saying goodbye to the middle-aged man, Bernard, Hera,

the private room, Hera ordered some desserts and a cup

Hera. "Tell me everything starting from the day you and

he glanced warily at Bernard, who sat

later, he lowered his voice and asked, "How

coffee and demanded, "I

put it simply, she wanted Roman

contemplation. It didn't seem like he was willing to

added, "Might I remind you that the 'Roman Killian' everyone

your pick.

I finish my

her coffee with

what this meant. If he didn't cooperate, Hera would end his life. He had already been pronounced dead, so no one would find