Facade

If it were that easy, Hera wouldn’t have to go to the Astral Nova Auction to bid for the damned pearl. Not only did she spend 880 million dollars on it, but she also had to agree to three of the grandmaster’s conditions 

Thanks to that, she wasn’t able to buy any other medical ingredients, nor was she able to settle the second half of the payment. 

Ugh! She was dirt poor at the moment! 

Berard couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t want to expose Hera’s identity, seeing as she didn’t want to come clean to him just yet. 

“Enough with the nonsense! just snap ten sellies and send them to me!” Hera tossed the phone back to Bernard before turning to head upstairs. She wanted to go to bed soon. 

Bernard grabbed her hand immediately. “I’m still sick, so I can’t take my own selfies. Why don’t you take them for me?” 

His action caught Hera by surprise. Bernard’s hand was quite big, and he had long, slender fingers. Even though the residence was very warm thanks to the thermostat, his body temperature was rather low. It was a sign that his health was still poor. 

Hera turned around to see Bernard sitting on the couch. He was in the midst of undoing his buttons. 

Just as Bernard was about to undo his fourth button, Hera quickly placed a hand on top of his hands to stop him. 

“Have Douglas take the selfies for you tomorrow.” “Her ea 

ears were starting to redden out of embarrassment. 

“No way. Not anyone gets to see my body, you know.” Bernard turned that suggestion down immediately. 

Hera shot back, “Didn’t you shower with your comrades in a communal bathroom during your time in the army?” 

Also, Douglas had been dropping by Skyview Heights over the past few nights to rub Bernard down, bedn’t he? 

“My time in the army is ancient history now. Besides, I was always the last one in the bathroom. It was often deserted.” NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Hera remembered seeing scars littering Bernard’s back and waist. Almost every single one of them signified a fatal attack delivered by his enemies. It was extremely difficult for him to survive till now. 

The thought of Bernard getting hurt in the past made Hera’s heart ache for him. 

“This wound must have hurt a lot, right?” she asked while gently caressing the scar on Bernard’s chest. 

“Not really. I’m already numb to it 

Bernard’s response made Hera’s heartache worsen, just how many times must a person get severely injured for him to get used to such horrible pain? 

If only Bernard had escaped from the Killian residence together with Hera and Catherine… 

Perhaps his destiny might turn out differently today. 

An Icy glint crossed Hera’s eyes the moment she recalled the Killians. 

Having sensed the shift in Hera’s mood, Bernard said, “It’s getting late now. I’ll tell you the stories behind the scars next time.” 

Hera snapped out of her memories at that moment. Only then did she realize her current posture made her seem like a female gangster who was about to take advantage of 

another man. She quickly withdrew her hand before getting up to her feet. Then, she headed upstairs with reddened ears. 

Bemard’s voice drifted from behind her. “You should rest early. Let’s take the selfies you need this Sunday. I’ll prepare for the photoshoot” 

Hera didn’t say anything in response. 

What did he mean by “the selfies you need“? 

She was only doing this because she needed to trade the selfies for the medicinal ingredient just to cure his illness! 

Also, what sort of preparations did he have in mind for the so–called photoshoot? 

Alter returning to her room, Hera washed up in the bathroom before plopping onto her bed. She managed to fall asleep after that and even had a dream The following day, she jolted awake because of the dream.