Under the Heiress' Facade

Hera switched off her phone, feeling a bit relieved at last. She'd leave once she got the Eclipse Stone next week and cured Bernard's illness. That way, she wouldn't even have to care about Bernard meeting other women.

"'Mr. Killian; sounds a bit distant. Can I call you 'Bernie' instead?" Camille asked Bernard with sincerity. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hera remained silent overhearing their conversation.

"As long as you like it," Bernard replied casually, his gaze returning to Hera. She sipped her tomato cream soup, seemingly unfazed by Camille's presence.

Bernard was perplexed. Was his tactic of playing hard to get failing miserably? Was Hera only interested in food and games?

She used to say she liked him the most when she was younger. How had she changed so much?

"Bernie, you're so kind." Camille smiled shyly. He was indeed the man she fell in love with at first sight. He was noble, gentlemanly, and soft-spoken.

If not for Hera's presence, Camille would almost believe he genuinely liked her, judging from their encounter at the door and Bernard's gentlemanly behavior.

But as Bernard's gaze fell on Hera once again, his eyes softened in a way that didn't belong to her. She then realized everything she had done had prepared the way for someone else's happiness.

But Camille wouldn't easily give up on the man she loved. Camille ignored it, continuing, "Speaking of which, Bernie, we have a deep connection.

"Six years ago, you saved me during the pirate hijacking on the high seas. If it weren't for the urgent dispatch of special forces, thousands of people on the entire cruise ship would've perished..."

Hera listened quietly while drinking her soup. No wonder Camille was so enthusiastic. She wanted to repay her gratitude by marrying Bernard.

Lost in her thoughts, Hera suddenly felt a touch on her foot. She was caught off guard but instantly realized whose foot it was.

Hera choked on the soup and coughed. She looked at Bernard in shock. What was he trying to do?

"Take your time. There's no need to rush. We can leave once you're full," Bernard said mischievously, handing her a napkin.

Hera said, "Mr. Killian, should I remind you of the purpose of tonight's agenda? You should let Ms. Chime check your illness."

Hera smiled, her gaze shifting between them. The message in her eyes seemed to say, "Mr. Killian, as a man, you should be a gentleman and come over to Dr. Chime's side."

Bernard remained silent. Hera glared at him discreetly, and she saw a mischievous smile on his lips. It was as if he was asking whether Hera had admitted defeated.

Camille was at a loss for words. She had passionately recounted their first encounter to share how they were fated and how well-suited they were for each other. But it seemed like background noise to these two.

Not only that, but they were openly exchanging flirtatious glances in front of her!

Camille's upbringing taught her to endure. As the future Mrs. Killian, she wouldn't give up easily. She didn't deserve to like Bernard if she let herself be defeated so easily.

At that moment, the waiter brought in another dish.

"You shouldn't starve even if you're in a hurry for the treatment," Camille said with an elegant smile. "Bernie, their foie gras is good. You should try some."

"I don't eat foie gras," Bernard declined.