Under the Heiress' Facade novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86 

Hera had barely tasted the dish, so she obediently nodded. “Yeali 

“Say ‘Please, Bernie‘ then,” Bemand requested. As he finished his words, he braced himself, expecting Hera to meet his request with a chilly response. 

Yet, the temptation of delle konis food was too 

Bimatoprsist, Without hesitation, she called out, “Please, Bernie,” 

With that, Bernard’s hand twitched imperceptibly, and his throat tightened, is spur–of–the–moment decision to have tena address him differently suddenly felt weighty. 

It wasn’t the first time people had called him “Berule,” but heating lil banderafelt different, 

As Heta spoke, her mind telt logry, as if the food had clouded her thoughts. She couldn’t believe she fell for his charm. Despite her racing heart, she accepted the steak calmily and continued eating. 

The steak was delightful, as was the bacon. Ilent convinced herself she was only complying for the sake of the food. Yeah, that was at 

They sattacing each other, lost in their thoughts. ng breakfast, Yet, the atmosphere remained surprisingly larındalous: 

After breaklast, Hera took the initiative to clean up, but Bernard stopped her. “Leave It. The maid will handle it. Tonight, come with me to meet someone,” 

“Who?” Hera inquired, still preoccupied as she kept an eye out for Tiramisu trying to snatch leftovers. 

“Camille Chime,” Bemard sakl, deliberately observing: Herd’s reaction. 

Hera paused and then glanced up as she asked, “Why do you want me to meet her?” 

Hera vaguely remembered Camille. They 

the country since her teens. 

briellycrossed paths at an international medical conference before. She knew Camille had earned a trp 

as a medical prodigy in 

Bernard paised and then offered a reasnuble explanation, “To assess her medical expertise.” 

Hera felt somewhat displeased “Don’t you believe that I’ll be able to cure your illness?“ 

“I do, but Chad doesn’t know that and arranged someone else for me,” Berard explained, his tone carrying a hint of resentment as he portrayed himself as a victim – 

“I refuse,” Hera said firmly, her tone cold and detached. It was a stark contrast from her earlier compliance. At that moment, she seemed like a fair–weather partner, disengaging now that they’d each gotten what they wanted.