Facade

Seeing Bernard requesting a kiss with his eyes closed, Hera couldn’t help but wonder if he truly saw himself as a sleeping prince. Her cold expression softened slightly with a hint 

of joy. 

With Bernard’s condition finally stabilized, Hera could now find solace in a peaceful rest. Despite taking a brief nap after completing the surgery, she found herself plagued by dreams of Bernard in the operating room, disturbing her sleep 

“Your brain isn’t fried, is it?” 

Hera touched Bernard’s forehead with the back of her hand, confirming that his temperature had returned to normal. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sensing her hand on his forehead with his eyes closed, Bernard suddenly felt her presence drawing near, catching a whiff of her faint fragrance. Then, he felt a gentle touch of soft, warm lips lightly pressing against his forehead, 

Bernard promptly opened his eyes, only to see Hera turning around and calmly heading toward the door. He couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss was merely a figment of his imagination 

“Where are you going?! 

He let out a loud groan. 

He propped himself up, accidentally aggravating his wound and causing a sharp pain that nearly made him faint. 

Hera immediately turned around and gently pushed him back onto the bed. 

“Stay put if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Bernard replied with a smile, appreciating her care 

He couldn’t help but notice the blush on her race, confirming that the kiss had indeed been real 

“What are you smiling at 

Hera noticed his smile. 

“You can’t just flirt and run off Eke that. You’ve got to take responsibility,” Bernard teased 

He reached out a hand and lightly tugged at the hem of Hera’s uniform, which she had been wearing for two days straight. His pale face had a pitiful look that was reminiscent of a helpless puppy. 

Hera stared at him silently, her cheeks flashing even more deeply as she remembered the impulsive kiss she had given him on the forehead. 

Pulling his hands away, Hera retorted seriously, “Professor Killian, I’m leaving because you didn’t trust my medical skills. Nothing more. 

Hera believed that Bernard’s lack of trust was evident in his decision not to inform her about his Injuries. It sulted her fine since she didn’t fully trust him either. Ultimately, their relationship was simply a partnership. 

“Tiramisu is alone at home, so I’m going to check on it. Take careful of yourself ” 

With that, Heraleft the ward. 

As Bernard watched her depart, the pain in his leg suddenly intensified 

He should have explained that he had lept his Injuries from her because he didn’t want to worry her, not because he doubted her skills. 

After Hera left, Johnson and Aaron entered the ward. 

“Bernard, what did you say to Hera? She seems a bit upset,” Aaron asked. 

“Who told her?” Bernard countered 

Johnson placed the consommé and medicine on the table, then pointed at Aaron. 

Aaron slowly raised his hand and admitted, “Youre was at risk. I was worried you wouldn’t make it, so I brought her to see you” 

Before Aaron could finish his sentence with “for one last time“, he felt Bernard’s icyglare bone into him like daggers, sending a shiver down his spine. 

“Get ready. I’m going back to Norburgh now, Bernard announced 

He pushed himself up despite the pain. 

“No, Bernard. You need to rest after the surgery,” Johnson quickly interjected. 

“That’s right. Hera specifically told us to keep an eye on you, making sure you stay in bed and rest properly,” Aaron added. 

“Don’t make me repeal myself” 

Bernard’s tone was stern, his expression cold. 

Sensing his fury, Aaron and Johnson acquiesced. 

“I’ll arrange it immediately,” Aaron said, hurrying out of the ward 

Bernard’s insistence set everyone in motion, but none of them understood why he was adamant about returning to Norburgh in such haste. However, Bernard knew that If he didn’t depart for Norburgh soon, a scoundrel might capture Hera’s affections before hlin