Facade

The sky had already gone dark by the time Hera returned to Skyview Heights. 

She opened the front door, soon realizing that the lights in the living room were turned on. Tiramisu came bounding toward her merrily before nuzzling against her legs. 

**Tiramisu, has your dad been behaving himself today?” Hera picked Tiramisu up and changed into her indoor slippers at the doorway before entering the living room. 

Tiramisu grunted in response if it could speak, it would’ve complained to Hera that Bernard kept misbehaving throughout the day. Not only did he leave the apartment, but he also brought other visitors with him and kept Tiramisu locked up in its pen. Because of him, Tiramisu couldn’t even play in the living room. 

Hera spotted Bernard, who was sitting in his wheelchair. He was still wearing the same silk pajamas from this morning. The light cast down on him made him seem a lot fairer than usual He didn’t even bother putting on his slippers, judging from his bare feet on the wheelchair’s pedestals 

“Why did you get out of bed?” Hera asked as she put Tiramisu down 

Then, she removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack. She made sure to fetch an extra cardigan from the rack so that she could drape it on Bernard’s shoulders. 

Even though the heater was already turned on, the fact that Bernard had just recovered from his illness still stood. It’d be very easy for him to catch another cold since he was only wearing thin pajamas. 

across the fabric, asmall smile already playing on his lips. 

Bernard can his fingers across t 

“I want to be the first person you see the moment you walk into the apartment.” 

Hera fell silent at his sappywords. 

Bernard scanned ber up and down thoroughly before turning to look at the doorway. Strangely enough, Hera didn’t return with a shopping bag. 

“Where’s the gift?” he asked. His eyes glinted as he turned to look at Hera hopefully. 

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“What gift?” Hera asked coolly as she walked into the kitchen to check the ingredients in the fridge. 

This time, it was Bernard’s turn to stay silent. A moment later, realization dawned on him. 

Ten minutes ago, the driver had informed him that Hera had gotten out of the car with a shopping bag How was it possible for the gift to disappear in just ten minutes? Did Hera give that gift to another man behind his back? 

When Bernard recalled the scene where Christopher had given Hera a bouquet of flowers at the gateway of the residential area yesterday, his eyes darkened instantly, followed by his expression. 

He pulled out his phone and drafted a text message for Andrew, 

“You’d better keep a leash on that son of yours,” he wrote. 

Of course, Andrew was extremely confused when he received the message. 

“Is the Everett residence the only place you’ve been to today?” Bernard asked while wheeling himself toward the kitchen. 

Hera was in the midst of clearing out the rotten vegetables from the fridge. She didn’t bother to look at Bernard. 

“Don’t you already know the places I’ve been to today?” 

Hera would never believe that Bernard had hired the driver randomly. 

On the other hand, Bernard was surprised to see that Hera was smarter than she looked. Since she didn’t get mad at him after exposing his lie, he decided not to put up any pretenses anymore. 

“Tean help you with the case,” Bernard stated. 

“No need for that, Hera rejected immediately 

Isabella and her mother were already dead. Hera wouldn’t be able to extract any cloes from their bodies, so she could only change her focus on the investigation 

Bernard was silent after getting rejected. Did Hera not trust him? 

“So, who’s the gift for?” he asked again. 

Hera didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

Why the hell did the conversational topic return to the gift? 

“Take a guess yourself!” she snapped. 

Bernard didn’t say anything after that instead, he secretly cursed the lucky man out. 

At the same time, Gidron attended a gathering which was introduced to him by a friend. 

He had just opened a branch company in Jadonia, so he needed to make new connections. It so happened that someone also wanted to collaborate with him in business. It was safe to say that both parties would benefit from this gathering. 

The motorni Gideon opened the private room’s door, his close friend quickly approached him and hooked an arm around his neck 

“Hey, you‘ re bene! Everyone, takdeon’s herol Let’s get to know each other, yeah?” 

“Sorry for being Lite Something cane up just now,” cildeon sald while removing his jacket.