Chapter 68
“you need a malepanion.” Bernard extended his hand, making a gentlemanly invitation.
Tiramisu darted out from behind Bernard with a grunt and stood in front of him.
Its nose was directed at Hera, its tail wagging desperately. Its round eyes were gleaming as it
saying, “Pick me Pick mel
Seeing this, Bernard furrowed his brows Eightly How dare a pigpete with him for attention!
He lifted his foot subtly and moved Tiramisu aside.
Tiramisu grunted disapprovingly at him twice and wanted to bite the bottom of his trousers, but it
didn’t dare to. It ended up pitifully snuggling up to tera, whining and cooing for attention
Hera couldn’t help butugh at its antics. She squatted down and litted it before rubbing its little
head.
Tiramisu closed its eyes in contentment. Afterward, it even stack out its tongue at Bernard, proudly
showing off that its owner chose it.
Bernard was speechless.
“I’m suddenly craving pork chop. What should I do?” His long Engersnded on Tiramisu’s back
Tiramisu’s hair stood on end immediately, and it snuggled into Hera’s armas. If it were a species
with thick fur, it would probably look like a puffed–up plg.
Hera was speechless.
Meanwhile, the stylist’s jaw almost dropped as she was astonished by this interaction.
Bernard was actually jealous of a pig!
When it was time for the banquet, Bernard dropped Hera off near the entrance of the Gaskell
residence.
“Do you really not want me to apany you? I really want to go. Bernard looked at Hera, his deep
gaze seemingly capable of entrancing people.
Dous had parked the car. He almost choked while drinking water when he heard Bemard’s
pleading tone
Wasn’t it Bernard who threw the invitation card sent by the Gaskell family into the trash?
“No, you don’t want to.” Hera rebused.
Bernard was in Norburgh, and the Gaskell family had to know about him. They must have invited
him to the banquet, and if he didn’t n on attending it in the first ce, there was even less
reason for him to appear with her.
Moreover, she came to the Gaskell residence for a reason.
Bernard looked at her with a piecting gaze. “You’re dressed so beautifully. I’m worried you might run
off with someone”
Dous choked on his water up front
Good gracious! Was this really something Bernard would say?
“I won’t. Tiramisu will apany me.” Hera picked up Tiramisu.
Tiramisu immediately lifted its proud little head toward Bernard, revealing the ck bow tie
specially worn around its neck.
Bernard looked at the pig in her arms, as if he were looking at a te of pork chop, and sighed
regretfully. “Fine. Call me if you need anything.”
“Okay,” Hera responded and got out of the car white bolding Tiramisu.
The atmosphere at the Gaskell family’s banquet was grand and lively, with guests mingling and
toasting each other.
Giselle walked gracefully into the banquet hall wearing a white dress.
The dress, adorned with diamonds and sparkling sequins, made her look charming and attractive. It
drew many admiring nces.
“Wow, Giselle! You look really beautiful today.”
Some recognized the dress Giselle was wearing
“This dress is from the hands of the international top designer, Karl Lagerfeld, right?”
“Yes, It’s called “The Angel, designed by Kack for his first love. The diamonds and sequins on it
were all sewn on by him personally.”
“It’s really
y gorgeous. I wanted to buy it too, but it’s a limited edition.”
“This dress is hard toe by. I heard even the Duchess of Jascil couldn’t get it. I didn’t expect you
to get it. You’re amazing!”
“I didn’t expect the Everett Lamily to be so wealthy”
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“Giselle, you look so beautiful in ”
Faring everyone’spliments, Giselle smiled gracefully. “Thank you.”
At flih moment, the previously lively banquet suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked toward
the entrance.