If Hera wasn't around anymore, would Bernard treat Everly slightly better?
Hera had picked up on Everly's odd expression. As she recalled Everly's previous intentions toward Bernard, her gaze darkened. "Go and finish your work."
Everly came to her senses and answered, "Alright."
Bernard ignored Everly as he held Hera's hand and walked toward the eastern wing.
The wall featuring the periodic table had been partitioned into a small office that was approximately 161 square feet. The office had a desk and a small couch with a blanket that had not been put away.
Hera scowled slightly while looking at the couch, which did not seem large enough for Bernard. "Have you slept here before?"
"Sometimes, I work until it's very late, so I'd sleep here," Bernard explained.
Hera suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. "Did you really have to do that?"
"I wanted to be closer to you. Otherwise, you might run off with some other man, and I wouldn't be able to catch up."
Bernard hugged Hera from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. He inhaled her faint scent, thinking that he was happy whenever he was around her.
"You're such a smooth talker." Hera gently patted Bernard's cheeks.
"Only for you." Bernard took her hand and laced their fingers together.
"Oh right, have you investigated what I told you about?" Hera recalled the photos.
Hesitation flashed through Bernard's eyes. "Not yet."
Hera frowned. "Is it that complicated?"
"Yes," Bernard answered before changing the subject. "Sweetie, I'll invest in your development of new chips, okay?"
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