Dad?
That man looked like he was in his 20s! How could he have a daughter this old?
Bernard turned to look at Hera lovingly. "Thank you, sweetie. Oh, there's even a heart on the meat! You really are thoughtful, sweetie."
Hera just smiled. "It's good that you like it."
Bernard picked up a lamb skewer and took a bite. He was so stunned that he couldn't speak.
The meat was so salty that he thought he was chewing on salt instead.
Wasn't the meat supposed to be delicious because of the mouth-watering smell filling the courtyard? Why did the texture seem so weird?
"Is it delicious?" Hera asked while smiling sweetly.
Bernard swallowed the meat, his expression still calm. "Yup."
"In that case, you should have more." Hera pushed the plate in Bernard's direction.
Then, she turned to look at Maya. "What about you, ma'am? Would you like some as well?"
Hera's sickly, sweet smile sent chills down Maya's spine.
Did that girl just call her "ma'am"?
Did she look that old?
When Maya turned her attention back to the plate, she was horrified to see the mound of ketchup and hot sauce piling up on top of the skewers. This meal was supposedly made with love.
She didn't know what to say.
Were those two really father and daughter? They had got to be lying, right?
"I-I'm sorry for disturbing you." Maya quickly wore her high heels and fled from the scene. She didn't want the paparazzi to brand her as the third wheel of a relationship.
Once Maya was gone, Hera's smile vanished instantly. She adopted her usual cold and aloof attitude.
"Sorry about that. Did I scare your fling away?" she said coolly.
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