"No. You're an Everett, not a Killian. This isn't a scene out of a forbidden love drama. You're free to date whoever you want."
Samantha held Hera's phone. Her unique blue eyes blinked with curiosity as she pouted her rosy lips.
"Come on. Show me his picture. I want to see the guy who's got my little angel head over heels."
Samantha appeared as lovely as her name suggested, with cascading waves of light brown hair framing her face.
Her high nose bridge gave her a distinct Euranian appearance, further accentuating her sapphire-like blue eyes.
She resembled a porcelain doll straight out of a display window. It would be difficult for anyone to refuse a request from someone as adorable as her.
However, Hera wasn't falling for it. She retrieved her phone and set it aside.
"No, you're wrong. It's not happening."
"Why not? From what you're saying, it sounds like he's really into you."
Samantha looked puzzled.
"You're not trying to use 'I don't want to date yet' as a lame excuse, are you?"
Hera pondered Samantha's words. She recalled the numerous occasions when Bernard overstepped boundaries before. She didn't know if he was genuinely interested in her or was simply messing with her.
"Unfortunately, I'm just a kid in his eyes."
Hera sipped her coffee.
"A kid? Why would he make those flirtatious gestures if he sees you that way? The last guy who pulled that on me was my ex," Samantha said.
She slapped her hand on the coffee table.
As if recalling something, she added casually, "Oh, and the jerk at the bar who thought he could hit on me."
Hera silently admitted Bernard was indeed a jerk. He had flirted with her, only to disappear into the lounge with another woman. If that wasn't behaving like a jerk, then what was?
"But your 'young uncle' isn't like that, right?" Samantha asked.
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