"Why are you still here?" Hera exclaimed.
Ever since she returned from the Everett residence that day, Bernard had been spending the night here with his health as an excuse.
This morning, she gave him acupuncture treatment and though he left after that, only to find out he was still here.
"This is my house," Bernard replied.
Hera remained silent before responding, "Didn't we agree you wouldn't stay often?"
"But my health condition depends on you," Bernard said, his profound eyes fixed on her. His deep voice gave the illusion that he was coaxing her.
Hera was rendered speechless by his charm and was momentarily unable to respond.
Bernard's gaze inadvertently moved down from her exquisite face. Hera was wearing a light beige silk slip dress. Below her fair, slender collarbone, her voluptuous figure was subtly seen.
Feeling a dryness in his throat, Bernard suddenly found the sleeping Tiramisu in Hera's arms somewhat bothersome.
He approached closer and brushed aside a strand of hair on her cheek. Then, his knuckles traced down her slender neck. Finally, he gently lifted Tiramisu from her arms.
"Don't spoil it like this."
Hera took a moment to notice his gaze, and her cheeks flushed red. With a thud, she turned away with embarrassment and closed the door.
Tiramisu, suddenly awakened, looked around in confusion at the closed door, then at Bernard, who frowned slightly. It had been in Hera's arms just a moment ago, so how did things change?
"Stop taking advantage of her from now on!" Bernard pointed at Tiramisu's head.
Tiramisu gazed at Bernard in confusion.
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