Hera felt flustered. Bernard's true colors were starting to show now that they were together.
"Stop mimicking me!" Hera snapped.
Just then, the sound of the front gate opening echoed across the yard.
Bernard seized the opportunity and said, "Douglas is here. I'll go make you some steak."
He turned to leave.
But the more he evaded her questions, the more curious Hera became. So, she trailed after him.
"You didn't start having feelings for me when you were young, did you?" she prodded.
Bernard froze at being exposed.
"You're such a perv. I was practically your niece back then!" Hera teased.
Bernard remained silent. Suddenly, he stopped and turned, causing Hera to bump into him.
With a mischievous grin, he lifted her chin.
"So, are you scared of falling into a pervert's hands? Hmm?"
Hera was speechless.
Douglas, who had come to deliver some items, witnessed their intimate moment. He quietly placed the items in the kitchen and left, feeling like a third wheel.
The kitchen and dining room were behind the west wing's main hall. Bernard retrieved a box of cake from the items Douglas brought and handed it to Hera.
"Have some cake to tide you over, but don't eat too much. Save some room for the steak."
"Okay."
Hera sat at the dining table. She opened the cake box to find her favorite tiramisu inside.
As Hera enjoyed the cake, she watched Bernard bustling in the kitchen. She suddenly felt a warm wave of happiness wash over her.
She had never considered what kind of life she wanted beyond avenging Daphne and clearing Lucius' name. But now, she had.
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