Hera's face flushed red as her heart drummed against her chest.
She scrambled to get up. Looking at Bernard, she made sure that he was still sleeping soundly before breathing a sigh of relief. She quickly placed the towel and blanket on him, ensuring that he was properly covered up.
The doorbell was still ringing. Hera put down the ointment and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. She wanted to cool down her hot cheeks before opening the door.
When she did open the door, she saw Leon, who was wearing a baseball cap and a face mask. He looked just like a suspicious person. He exclaimed, "Boss!"
He checked to make sure no one was around before slipping into the presidential suite.
"Boss, this is what you asked for. I brought it here." He set down his backpack and took out a laptop. Just now, when Bernard was taking a shower, Hera asked Leon to bring it over.
"Why are you dressed like this?" Hera took the laptop and turned it on after placing it on the table.
Leon took off the cap and face mask while complaining, "You have no idea how exhausting it is to date a superstar! I have to be careful not to be seen by reporters, tabloid journalists, or rabid fans. If I'm caught on camera, I would have to explain to him that you're not my lover!"
"Be quiet," Hera reminded him.
Leon looked around, only to see that the bedroom door was closed. "Is your man in there?"
He looked back at her and noticed the lingering blush on Hera's face. "Why are your cheeks so red?"
Hera was reminded of how awkward it was in the bedroom just now. She cursed Leon in her heart, blaming him for her current situation.
"Surely, you weren't doing the deed?" Leon leaned forward with a sly expression.
"You can scram now," Hera said coldly.
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