Under the Heiress' Facade

"Ms. Youngworth..."

Douglas finally caught up with Hera in the parking lot.

Hera glanced at him, expressionless, then opened the car's back door and got in.

"Do you really trust Bernard to be alone with that woman?" Douglas asked.

The heavy sound of the door slamming shut was her response. Perplexed, Douglas scratched his head, wondering if he had said something wrong again.

He had seen Hera leaving alone earlier at the private room entrance.

He teasingly asked, "Ms. Youngworth, why are you alone?"

Then, Douglas noticed Hera's irritation grew. When he didn't see Bernard follow Hera out into the elevator, he realized something was off. He quickly took the elevator to catch up.

"Don't worry, Ms. Youngworth. Bernard is very disciplined. He won't fall for her charms so easily," Douglas explained from the driver's seat.

"Chad arranged for Bernard to meet Ms. Chime. As they say, one can't refuse their elder's kindness, and Bernard—"

"Shut up and drive," Hera interrupted flatly.

Douglas immediately shut his mouth. He found Hera to be much more frightening than Bernard.

After some hesitation, he weakly suggested, "Should we wait for Bernard a little longer?"

With a single glance from Hera, Douglas mimed zipping his mouth shut, but didn't start the car.

He kept his silence.

The thought of Bernard alone with Camille irritated Hera even further. She felt like her time was better spent elsewhere than used to accompany Bernard. She should have stayed at home to watch dramas and play with Tiramisu. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"In that case, you wait for him then."

Hera opened the door, ready to get out, but found it being opened from the outside.

A tall figure cast a shadow over Hera as he blocked the car door. Although it was backlit, his deep eyes glimmered in the dim light, staring at her.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Bernard asked.

Hera was caught off guard but quickly regained her cold demeanor.

"Well, you were going to send Ms. Chime back, and we're not going the same way," she said, avoiding his gaze.

Bernard smirked at her sarcasm. It seemed that his efforts didn't go to waste, as there was some jealousy in the air that night.

"She's not a child who needs an adult to send her back."

Bernard motioned for Hera to move further in to make room for him.

Hera fell silent as she felt patronized. She wondered if he was implying that she was still a child in his eyes. Whether it was his earlier playful banter or the flirtatious gestures under the table, were they all simply to tease her?

Hera felt particularly irritated.

"Is someone jealous?"

Bernard leaned into the car, his gaze fixed on her.

Hera felt even more irritated and reluctantly shifted over to give Bernard space.

"Why on earth would I be jealous?"

Hera's tone was firm, implying her irritation.

"Does that still mean you're jealous?"

Bernard chuckled softly, finding her angry expression oddly endearing.

Hera remained silent as she couldn't find the words to explain.

Bernard explained, "I'm not interested in her. I only met with her because of her medical skills—"

"It seems to me that Ms. Chime is unprofessional. Instead of seeing patients at a hospital, she makes appointments at fancy restaurants, even inviting patients to candlelit dinners. Her intentions aren't pure," Hera interrupted in a detachedly.