Under the heiress facade

Chapter 815

Two hours later, Bernard leaned against the bed frame. The bathrobe hung loosely over his body, revealing the light scratch marks Hera left on his firm chest.

The atmosphere was thick with the lingering desire they had for one another. The blanket and Hera's clothes were strewn messily on the floor, suggesting how wild they had been earlier.

Bernard held the wine glass as he swirled it slowly. Hearing the sounds of running water in the bathroom made him gulp.

It seemed like his arousal for her had not faded away. He then took a sip of red wine to suppress his desires.

At that moment, the water stopped, followed by the sounds of the hairdryer.

Not long after, Hera stepped out in a bathrobe. Her still-damp, dark hair was completely swept to the left side, revealing several love bites on her flawless neck that made her seem very charming and seductive.

The bathrobe belt was tied around her waist carelessly, showing off her slender waist. The short hem made her legs seem long and graceful.

One glance at her made Bernard aroused all over again after resisting hard. She was far too seductive.

Hera picked up her own clothes from the floor before taking out a hundred-dollar Terranian bill. She had intended to give that to the restaurant server earlier as tips, but the server did not ask for any.

Hera had to

placed the

glance at the hundred-dollar Terranian bill and

Hera think he was a male prostitute? Even if he

on him before taking off the bathrobe in front of

putting on her clothes, she turned back and said, "It's just money. We're both consenting adults. You're not expecting me to take responsibility for this,

so charming while speaking to him. The anger that had built up within Bernard seemed to fade

she were to cry and ask him to take responsibility for their one-night stand, he would have killed her on the spot before she could even touch him. Yet he was rather uneasy upon seeing how open-minded and charming she was being. Bernard said nothing. Hera put on her clothes and asked with a shrug of her shoulders, "Is the money

treat any other man like

her index finger before her lips as if trying to shush him. "It's just a one-night stand. No need to look into

speaking, she waved her hand. The rose tattoos extending from the back of her

her leave

one-night stand? Did she do that

a one-night stand with other men made Bernard's dissatisfaction grow. He set

information on Hera. Annoyance rose within him, prompting

for not sending information