Facade

“you left in a hurry, claiming you were coming back to check on Tiramisu Yet here you are, meeting that guy?” Bemand questioned, his expression souring 

lancing at Christopher, whom he recognized as Aaron’s cousin, Bernard scotted again. He was clearly physically superior to Christopher, so he couldn’t fathom why Hera would accept Christopher’s bouquet 

Demard had thought Train was his only competition, but apparently, there was this guy tool 

“That’s one of your concem, Herareplied, remembering he hadn’t explained himself either when he was alone with other women 

“You’re underage, so I forbid you to date!” named retorted. 

“Lalso forbade you from moving around, and yet you’re here,” He stated, her displeasure evident as she stared at him in the wheelchair. 

Despite the biting winter cold, Bernard was clad only in thin casual attire, his hands on the armrest tuming ashen from the chill 

He wondered why he was there alone in such weather, judging by the red stain near his left thigh on his pants, Hera assumed his wound had been reopened. 

“Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchart?” Hera asked, her brows furrowed 

Even though the surgery was successful, his wound still required time to fully heal. He couldn’t help but question whether and truly cared about his health. 

Sensing her anger, Berard lowered his gaze to his legs and said. “Aaron needs to go on a mission, so he decided to send me back.” 

He then raised his head and looked into Hera’s eyes, his eyes tinged with innocence. “He didn’t even have the time to send me back to my unit, leaving me here alone” 

Hera quietly observed him, and at his skill at playing the victim 

Meanwhile, in Aaron drove away from Skyview Heights, he suddenly sheezed. Glancing at the rearview mirror, be noticed a black cout in the backseat. He cursed. When did 

Back at the entrance of Skynew Heights, Hera questioned Bernard again, “Where’s Douglas then?” 

“He’s on vacation,Bemard replied without hesitation. 

Hera gazed at himinence. 

Meanwhile, Douglas, who was sent to buy some bottled water near Slower Heights, suddenly received a message from Bernard. The message read, “Don’t come back. You’re on vacation. 

Douglas was lett puzzled by the message. 

Speeches, Hea handed Bernard the bouquet and pushed his wheelchair toward his unit. 

Glancing at the bouquet, Bern and scotted in disdain at those 30 pink roses. 

When Hand Bernard arrived at Black & Hera heard a noise from the peby trash can in she reached for the elevator button. 

She turned around, only to see a big bouquet forcefully thrown into the non–recyclable trash bin, with a few pink rose petals scattered on the ground. 

Recognizing it was her bouquet, Hera stared at Bernard. 

“styleg was hurting, so I couldn’t hold onto it. It just slipped out of my grasp 1boy you anotherone,” Berned replied casually, already searching foreby florists on his plane 

While Hera was left speechless, Beard’s response deeply impressed a man standing next to the elevator. 

Arriving on the top floor, Hera was greeted by Tiramisu as soon as she opened the door. 

It had been a while since Tiramisu had seen Bera, so it enthusiastically rubbed against her feet, install weering joydully. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“I missed you so much, Tiramis Hera exclaimed, Liting the little pig in one hand while guiding Bemand’s wheelchair with the ather 

Setting Tiramisu on the couch, Hera tumed on the heater and fetched blanket to cover and before making him a cup of bes 

After completing her tasks, Hera craded Thramau and casually remarked, “Take off your pants once you’ve warmed up. I’ll take a look at your wound.” 

Peeling a bit self–conscious about her words, she turned to Bernard, who sat motionless in his wheekhair, his smile bearing hint of mystery. 

“Myleg hurt tean’t move. Can you please help me take them off?” Demand pleaded affectionately, his tone bed with lines 

Hera quietly looked at his thigh Due to the upcy of the spy, she hadn’t paid much attention to the wound’s exact location. 

Now, without the sterile cloth obstructing her view, she finally realized the wound was quite close to his groin. If the bullet had dermabed a little more, Nemænd might have lost his manhood. 

“Hold on,” Hera said, feeling a twinge of sympathy for Bernard as she contemplated the potential severity of his injury. Setting Tiramisu down, she tumed to teach her medical 

Bernard smiled victoriously at Tiramu, suddenly finding it adecable. However, his smile didn’t last long 

Hera, holding a rolkal kit is one hand and a pair of scissers in the other, approached him without hesitation, she began to cut down his pants. Her demeanor appeared somewhat inappropriate to bystanders. 

With a few snips, Hera swiftly eat a large hele around the bloodstain on Demand’s trousers, revealing the wound beneath. As she had anticipated, the wound had reopened, and blood was semplicout. 

Removing die bandage, Heta retrieved a few silver needles from her kit and word them to stem the bleeding. After cleaning the woteid, she applied a fresh bondage. 

A Hekelt between Bernard’s legs, metalously tending to his word, his gear fixated on her tale nape, feeling an inexplicable dryness in his throat. Whenever her fingers 

brushed against his thigh, he felt a surge of sensation coursing through him. 

“All done. Now, go lie down in bed and stay put,” Hera instructed, snipping the bandages. 

Raising her head, she noticed Bernard’s expression seemed somewhat uneasy. She couldn’t help but wonder if his wound hart–which was odd because she was sure she had administered pain relief with her needles before tending his wound 

“Okay,” Bernard responded, obediently wheeling himself to his room. 

Feeling worried, Hera casually tidied up the medical kit before following him to the room. 

As Bernard struggled to rise from the wheelchair, Hera rushed to assist hi 

darted out from nowhere. 

“ood!” With Tiramisu’s squeall, Hera fell into a solid embrace 

fearing his wound might reopen. However, she accidentally stumbled over Tiramisu, who suddenly 

Bernard winced at the pain from his thigh wound, emitting a soft grunt as they both tumbled onto the bed. 

“Are you okay?” Hera scrambled to get up, 

“Don’t move!” Bernard said, his voice boarse.