NovelBarSeeing Camille approach him, Bernard decisively hung up the video call and put away his phone.
She smiled. "Bernie, who were you video chatting with?" She wore a Chanel classic black and white tweed suit, with her long hair cascading down her back. At the top of her head was a black beret. She appeared elegant and exuded a gentle and charming temperament.
"It's none of your business," Bernard replied coldly. Then, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the corridor.
Sensing his coldness, Camille felt a hint of bitterness.
When he was video chatting just now, his eyes were filled with tenderness. But as soon as she cover, he instantly becindifferent.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe wished Bernard could look at her with such tender eyes as well.
"Wait for me, Bernie." Camille wanted to catch up with Bernard. However, she was wearing high heels and couldn't walk quickly. He had no intention of waiting for her either.
Suddenly, one of her high heels tilted, and she almost fell. She held onto the pillar in time, feeling a stinging pain in her foot.
"Bernie, wait for me! I sprained my ankle!" She tried to stop Bernard, but he didn't slow down. He soon walked out of the corridor, disappearing behind the rockery.
Camille had no choice but to take stto massage her foot.
After a while, she heard footsteps from the other end of the corridor. She thought Bernard had returned and looked up excitedly, but it turned out to be Douglas.
Although it wasn't Bernard, Camille was still happy because she assumed Douglas had cto her at Bernard's instruction. It proved that Bernard wasn't so heartless toward her. "Ms. Chime, Mr. Killian asked you to hurry up and not to waste his time," Douglas said.
Bernard was already dissatisfied when he was asked back for a blind date. He'd be angry if Camille wasted more time.
Frowning, Camille d stated, "I accidentally sprained my foot. It hurts." "Really?" Douglas asked. He thought it was her trick to attract Bernard.
Camille was speechless for a moment.
"It hurts, and it seems to be swollen," she explained as she took off one of her high heels.
If she were not wearing pantyhose, which made it inconvenient, she would have removed her socks to show him that she wasn't lying.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Camille appeared to be serious, Douglas nodded and responded, "Got it." He stroked his chin and thought for a while before saying, "Aren't you a doctor? You can cure it yourself. You can't just sit here and wait for it to recover, right? Everyone is waiting for you." Camille wondered if Douglas was gay. Or did he say that on purpose? Couldn't he lend her a hand? Meanwhile, Hera was staring at Bernard's chat box. She heard the woman's voice just now. It was gentle, ambiguous, and somewhat familiar, like Camille's.
Bernard didn't say anything at that time. He directly hung up the video call and texted her: "I have something to do. I'll talk to you later." Hera pondered for a long tbefore asking, "Who's that woman?" Right then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" "Hera, it's me." Alice's voice cfrom outside.
Hera changed into her clothes and went to open the door "Hello, Alice. What's the matter?"
"Are you hungry? I asked the chef to make you sfood," Alice said as she turned sideways.
Christopher was behind her. When he pushed the dining trolley over, he noticed Hera had just taken a m shower! Her hair was wet, and her ears were slightly flushed. "Hello, Hera," he greeted shyly. Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming* these rich women will persue you.
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