Chapter 141
Seeing Bernard requesting a kiss with his eyes closed, Hera couldn''t help but wonder if he truly saw
himself as a sleeping prince. Her cold expression softened slightly with a hint of joy.
With Bernard''s condition finally stabilized, Hera could now find sce in a peaceful rest. Despite
taking a brief nap afterpleting the surgery, she found herself gued by dreams of Bernard in
the operating room, disturbing her sleep.
"Your brain isn''t fried, is it?"
Hera touched Bernard''s forehead with the back of her hand, confirming that his temperature had
returned to normal.
Sensing her hand on his forehead with his eyes closed, Bernard suddenly felt her presence drawing
near, catching a whiff of her faint fragrance. Then, he felt a gentle touch of soft, warm lips lightly
pressing against his forehead.
Bernard promptly opened his eyes, only to see Hera turning around and calmly heading toward the
door. He couldn''t help but wonder if that kiss was merely a figment of his imagination.
"Where are you going?"
He let out a loud groan.
He propped himself up, identally aggravating his wound and causing a sharp pain that nearly
made him faint.
Hera immediately turned around and gently pushed him back onto the bed.
"Stay put if you don''t want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"
"Yes, ma''am," Bernard replied with a smile, appreciating her care.
He couldn''t help but notice the blush on her face, confirming that the kiss had indeed been real.
"What are you smiling at?"
Hera noticed his smile.
"You can''t just flirt and run off like that. You''ve got to take responsibility," Bernard teased.
He reached out a hand and lightly tugged at the hem of Hera''s uniform, which she had been
wearing for two days straight. His pale face had a pitiful look that was reminiscent of a helpless
puppy.
Hera stared at him silently, her cheeks flushing even more deeply as she remembered the impulsive
kiss she had given him on the forehead.
Pulling his hands away, Hera retorted seriously, "Professor Killian, I''m leaving because you didn''t
trust my medical skills. Nothing more."
Hera believed that Bernard''sck of trust was evident in his decision not to inform her about his
injuries. It suited her fine since she didn''t fully trust him either. Ultimately, their rtionship was
simply a partnership.
"Tiramisu is alone at home, so I''m going to check on it. Take careful of yourself."
With that, Hera left the ward.
As Bernard watched her depart, the pain in his leg suddenly intensified.
He should have exined that he had kept his injuries from her because he didn''t want to worry her,
not because he doubted her skills.
After Hera left, Johnson and Aaron entered the ward.
"Bernard, what did you say to Hera? She seems a bit upset," Aaron asked.
"Who told her?" Bernard countered.
Johnson ced the consommé and medicine on the table, then pointed at Aaron.
Aaron slowly raised his hand and admitted, "Your life was at risk. I was worried you wouldn''t make
it, so I brought her to see you—"
Before Aaron could finish his sentence with "for onest time", he felt Bernard''s icy re bore into
him like daggers, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Get ready. I''m going back to Norburgh now," Bernard announced.
He pushed himself up despite the pain.
"No, Bernard. You need to rest after the surgery," Johnson quickly interjected.
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"That''s right. Hera specifically told us to keep an eye on you, making sure you stay in bed and rest
properly," Aaron added.
"Don''t make me repeat myself!"
Bernard''s tone was stern, his expression cold.
Sensing his fury, Aaron and Johnson acquiesced.
"I''ll arrange it immediately," Aaron said, hurrying out of the ward.
Bernard''s insistence set everyone in motion, but none of them understood why he was adamant
about returning to Norburgh in such haste.
However, Bernard knew that if he didn''t depart for Norburgh soon, a scoundrel might capture Hera''s
affections before him.