Under the Heiress' Facade



Chapter 767

Hera seemned to understand that and nodded obediently.

Having finally coaxed her, Bernard went to fetch clean underwear and a pad for her to put on. Hera let him do whatever he wanted since she was worn out.

"Okay, time to sleep." He covered her with the blanket. He planned to go for a cold shower.

"Sleep with me." Hera immediately reached out to him, unwilling to let go.

This time, Hera was more well-behaved. Although she didn't move around as she liked, it was still a challenge for Bernard, especially since he was still rather aroused.

"Take it easy on me, you little temptress!" The only response he got was her steady breathing, which rendered him speechless.

Hera woke up late the next day, feeling like she was having a hangover. She was about to get up when she found Bernard still sleeping beside her.

Bernard usually woke up very early and rarely slept in. Hera lay on her side and gently used her fingertips to trace the outline of his face.

"Stop fooling around. Let me sleep." Bernard suddenly reached out to grab her hand.

Hera suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. "Didn't you sleep at all last night?" she asked in shock.

Bernard did not reply. Hera had kept him busy all night, and he had no other way to release his desires despite being aroused.

Since he did not answer, Hera recalled that they had some champagne together last night, and she seemed to have gotten drunk. After that, nothing else came to mind.

Did she go wild after getting drunk?

Her glance landed on the chair, where her bloodstained nightgown and underwear were. Hera was shocked. Did they have that much fun last night?noveldrama

Wayne helped a cleaner carry the rubbish out of the clinic to dispose of it at the recycling center nearby. While walking away from the recycling center, a figure pacing back and forth at the clinic entrance caught his attention.

It was blazing hot at that moment, with the temperatures reaching 86 degrees Fahrenheit. Despite the extreme heat, the person wore a thick coat, a mask, and a hat that concealed themselves from head to toe. The person hid at the side while gazing furtively at the clinic entrance.

After permitting the cleaner to leave, Wayne walked toward the figure and stopped behind to pat the other person's shoulder. "What are you up to?"

The figure screamed, and one yell was enough for Wayne to recognize her voice. "Everly?" "Wayne." Everly immediately turned around upon knowing that it was Wayne. Although she wore a mask, it couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes and her puffy face.

Furthermore, a strange smell emitted from her. It was like the stench of rotten flesh being masked by the overpowering smell of herbs. The combination of the two smells was

extremely odd.

Wayne stepped back in disgust. "You... How did you end up like this? Are the Chimes not taking care of you?"

Everly shuddered at the mention of the Chime family. Resentment and fear rose within her at the same time. If it weren't for the Chimes, she never would have ended up where she was today.

"Wayne, please save me. I don't want to die," she begged while taking off the cloak.

Her bandaged right arm was terribly swollen, almost the size of her calf. In fact, the odd smell was emanating from her bandaged arm.

But what drew Wayne's attention was her swollen belly.