Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera immediately picked up the shirt Bernard had cast on the floor and draped it on him. But the shirt fell off his body as he undid the belt around his waist.

Hera could only wrap her arms around Bernard to stop him from stripping any further.

"Bernard, let's talk about this. Don't be so fierce, okay?" She softened her voice, trying to negotiate.

Her gentle voice seemed to calm him down, but he remained stern. "Have you figured out who you are?"

Hera's heart skipped a beat. She wondered if Bernard had discovered her identity as Raven and felt that she was mocking him whenever she talked about her learning programming.

But she had been using her alternate account during this period instead of Raven. There was no way he could have found out.

"I'm Dr. Shadow, right?" she asked tentatively.

But that wasn't the answer Bernard was looking for. His eyes darkened, and the atmosphere in the bedroom seemed to turn tense as well.

Hera noticed this and wrapped her arms around Bernard's neck. She was about to bend her fingers to touch the acupuncture points that would make him faint when he suddenly grabbed hold of her hands.

"Sweetie, you're not thinking properly. But what are your sneaky hands up to?" Bernard narrowed his eyes while asking. His voice was soft and gentle, yet rather threatening.

Seeing that her sneak attack failed, Hera forced herself to explain, "I just noticed how tired you were and wanted to give you a massage. Don't you believe me?"

"Yes, I'll believe anything you say," Bernard answered gently. Hera could not help but shiver upon hearing his response.

With a powerful swing, he carried her before falling on the bed again. "Since you want to give me a massage, let's do it on the bed."

Tiramisu, who remained by the door, heard some vague sounds inside the room. It began to scratch the hell out of the door frame.

It didn't care about Bernard's threats to turn it into barbecued pork! Bernard was not allowed to bully Hera.

Although it was only the end of May,

Jedburgh was suddenly hit by a hailstorm The ice rained on everything, destroying the budding flowers in the garden. The scattered petals and leaves on the ground fell

among the ice shards, creating a

mess.

It wasn't until dawn that the intense hailstorm came to a stop.

In the room, Bernard kissed Hera, who lay weakly in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Do you know who you are now?"

Hera's voice had turned hoarse, and she had no energy to move. She was so tired that she could not even open her eyes.

Her eyes were still damp with tears, and her lips were red, making her seem very alluring. There was no sight of her usual aloofness that made anyone feel distant from her.

Bernard watched her with

satisfaction. Aside from her, no

other man could see this alluring side of hers. Since he was in a good mood, he decided to let her off and whispered, "Sweetie, you're my girlfriend and future wife.

"If you were to become a Killian, you wouldn't be able to marry me anymore. So, I'll never let you agree to Chad's wishes, got it?"

Hera's eyes twitched. That was it? Truthfully, she did not want to be a Killian. Even if she was reinstated, she would be just their adopted daughter, and they weren't related by blood anyway.

Bernard did whatever he shouldn't

whate

have done instead of what should be

done. Didn't he say that he didn't care about others' opinions? She seriously suspected that Bernard

was looking for an excuse to sleep

with her.

If Hera had the strength, she would have kicked him off the bed. He watched her remain still in his arms, fast asleep. He wasn't sure if she heard him at all.

Bernard stood up and carried her into the bathroom for a shower before setting her on the bed again. After covering her with the blankets, he kissed her forehead. "I love you, sweetie."