Bernard let out a cold bark of laughter. How dare Hera even think of that!
Not only did she covet his body, but she also wanted his riches and property!
"You? Becoming my wife? You have children, yet you dare think of becoming my wife? Who do you think you are?" Bernard laughed coldly.
With a hand around Hera's neck, he pinned her to the bed. The topic was taboo to him, and his grip on her neck tightened, making her feel even more suffocated.
Gasping for air, Hera reached up to pry his hand, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became. It was as though he wanted to snap her neck.
"Bernard, you jerk! Is this your true colors?" Hera cursed internally.
Back when he pursued her, he pretended to be so gentle and pitiful. But look at how he treated her now! How dare he ridicule her like that!
"Just you wait, Bernard! You'll pay dearly once you get your memories back!" Hera thought.
As time passed, Hera's face turned beetroot. Fortunately for her, when she reached up his arm, she found LI-11 and pressed the spot with all her might.
The next instant, Bernard's arm became numb, and he let go of her. Now that she could finally breathe without obstruction, Hera quickly got up from the bed and hurried to the other side of the room.
Bernard thought she was trying to escape, so he reached for her. But his hand didn't land on her arm. He caught a handful of her top instead.
The buttons on her blouse snapped and scattered everywhere. Her collar, now wide open, presented Bernard with a full view of her voluptuous bosom.
As she breathed heavily, her bosom heaved, making her appear all the more alluring. Bernard swallowed hard as a shadow fell across his face.
There was no denying it. Hera was, in every way possible, to his taste. He just couldn't forget her.
Sensing the change in the air around Bernard, Hera kicked him and warned, "Get lost."
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