Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 

The blade gleamed with a cold light as it was suddenly aimed at Hera 

just as the knife was about to strike, a slender and articulate hand with distinct knuckles grabbed Jayden’s wrist, and a chilling air burst forth. 

Jayden’s bones broke, and the knife fell to the ground. 

Jayden screamed so loud that he startled the birds in the nearby trees. 

Bernard wiped his right hand with a wet tissue. He looked coldly at Jayden cowering on the ground as if he were looking at an inanimate object. 

“Give me a call if something like this happens next time,” he turned to Hera and said. 

His tonebrooked no interference, laden with lingering hostility. 

Hera’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Bernard could change his demeanor fast. 

At times like this, she dared not disobey. She just made a small noise of assent. 

This sound seemed to dissipate some of Bernard’s hostility. 

“Bernard!” 

Douglas and Johnson rushed over at this moment, Seeing the delinquents lying on the ground and the lingering gloom around Bernard, the two already had a good idea of had happened. 

“I parked the car outside the alley,” Johnson said. 

Bernard nodded and put his arm around Hera’s shoulder. “Let’s go.” 

As he turned around, he gave Douglas a meaningful look. 

Douglas immediately understood his meaning 

On the way back, Johnson felt that the atmosphere in the car was somewhat subtle. 

After dropping them off at Skyview Heights, he said to her, “Ms. Hera, I’ll leave Bernard to you.” 

With that, he left hurriedly. 

Douglas still had some reservations about Hera’s medical skills, but he trusted her. After all, some illnesses still required specialized treatment. 

Hera was speechless. 

In the evening, Hera arrived at the door of Bernard’s room. As a token of appreciation for his help in the afternoon, she had promised to check his condition tonight 

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she noticed that the door wasn’t closed but slightly ajar. 

“Come in.” Bernard’s magnetic voice sounded from inside the room. 

Hera pushed open the door and saw his back. 

He was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He looked like a male model straight out of a magazine. 

“You’re here. Let’s start the examination.” 

Bemard took off his shirt, and his magnetic voice was filled with warmth. 

“You don’t need to take off your clothes.” 

Hera remained calm on the surface, but she was actually trying to keep herself composed.