Under the Heiress' Facade



Hera was speechless. Meanwhile, the vein on Bernard's forehead seemed to throb as he snatched the phone from her hands.

"All of you don't have a place to stay? What kind of room do you want? I'll book for all of you."

At that moment, Harvey had already been transferred from the operating room to the ward. Hera couldn't be bothered with the rest of them. Instead, she turned to head for the changing room, leaving Bernard behind to handle them.

"I want a presidential suite," Nicholas requested shamelessly.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bernard found one as requested. "ed your ID and phone number."

Nicholas informed Bernard. Soon, Bernard was done making the reservation. "You can go now."

Soon, Nicholas received a notification that his hotel room was successfully booked. He never expected that Bernard would actually make a reservation for him. He excitedly checked the message to see which hotel it was.

The message started in Terranish, which Nicholas did not understand. After scrolling, he finally came to the part in Jadonish.

"The presidential suite at Edolia's seven-star Iris Hotel!" The first thing that came to Nicholas' mind was that Bernard had really gone all out. But he very quickly realized that something was amiss.

"Even if I fly to Edonia now, I won't even have time to stay there!" Besides, Bernard only made the reservation and did not even pay a single cent. Thus, Nicholas would have to pay for it.

Although Tyler did not share his ID number, he also received a notification and glanced at it. "Astenia's Stoneheart Hotel?"

Seeing that Bernard had booked hotels for Nicholas and Tyler on the other side of the world, Thiago hurriedly checked his phone for the booking details. Luckily, the hotel was in Jedburgh.

Hera was in the changing room. After taking off her surgical cap, she reached behind to untie the straps of her surgical gown.

She couldn't undo the straps as she had accidentally tied the straps too tightly. At that moment, the changing room door was pushed open.

Seeing that it was Bernard, Hera turned her back toward him. "Help me undo the straps."

Bernard went over and happened

notice Hera's flawless neck. He couldn't help but gulp. She

white dressed in a surgical gown.

looked very mesmerizingle ne

"You can't untie them?" Hera waited for a while but did not feel Bernard undoing, the straps for her. She turned back and met with his intense, unreadable gaze, which carried a hint of desire.

At the same time, Bernard, who was about to undo the straps, suddenly tightened his grip.

"Give me a kiss. Then, I'll undo them for you," Bernard said in a low, maic voice.

Hera was speechless. Did he think that she didn't know what was on his mind? If she did as he said, she wouldn't even leave the changing room tonight.

"Stop fooling around! I'm really tired..." But Bernard lowered his head to kiss her passionately.

His kiss almost made her lose her mind. He unwillingly released her only when she was about to run out of breath.

"I'll let you off tonight. Once you've rested enough, I'll settle the score with you."

Hera, who was still out of breath, was slightly perplexed. "What score?"

Bernard scoffed coldly. "What do you think? You're my fiancée."

Hera said nothing. She wondered when he'd be done.