Chapter 42
Bernard replied, “Okay.”
The elevator reached the top floor.
There was only one unit on the top floor.
Bernard used his fingerprint to open the door, and a pink little creature rushed out from the house, robbing against his leg and grunting.
I was a pink pot–bellied pig!
A distinguished man like Bernard was actually raising a pig!
Just how much did he love pigs?
Hera would never forget the day of her fifth birthday when she received a small pot–bellied pig he had given ber
It looked very similar to this one. Shenamed it after her favorite dessert, Tiramisu,
“Pig, look who’s here.” Bernard bent down and reached out to turn the pig’s head, which was rubbing against his pants, toward Hera.
Hera was speechless.
She suddenly had a premonition…
The little pot–bellied pig seemed dissatisfied with Bernard calling it that and grunted before opening its mouth as if to bite him.
But its pinkle pig nose suddenly caught a familar scent.
The pe’s nose twitched, and it gradually approached Hera with cautions steps.
Finally, it stopped at Hera’s heel. It seemed to remember something before granting happily as it circled around Hera and rubbed against her foot. It was seeking affection.
Hera was charmed by its cute behavior. She squatted down and patted its head.
The little pig closed its eyes in enjoyment.
“Tiramisu Mera called out tentatively
Hearing its name, i the line pig happily nudged Hera’s hand.
Apparently, this was not enough to express its happiness. It almost squeezed into Hera’s arms, vigorously rubbing its head against her to seek more affection.
Hera was amused by its anties and picked it up. “It’s really you, Tiramisu, I thought you had.”
She thought thar Tiramisu had passed away.
Tiramisa granted twice in response while nestling in Hera’s arms and close its eyes in contentment.
Being able to see its owner in its lifetime was the greatest happiness for a ple
But this happiness lasted only three minutes. A large hand abruptly lifted it up from Hera’s arms and threw it back into its plasty
“You’ve been neutered so long ago, and you’re still in heat?” Bernard said coldy, his tone tinged with displeasure.
Tiramisu granted discontentedly at Beard
In the next moment, it felt Bernard’s sharp gaze and immediately cowered
Then, it grunted and sniveled as it crawled back into its pigsty Eke a bullied victim.
Its pair of dark eyes was moist as it looked at Hera pitifully.
Hera was melted by its cuteness and went over to rub its little head.
“Tiramisu, good boy.”
Hera’s voice was soft, devoid of the previous coldness.
Bernard looked at Hera, whose hair was cascading down her shoulders. Her skin was fair, her profile was exquisite, and there was a faint smile on her slightly upturned lips. This was the woman in his heart
His gaze softened involuntarily as he said, “I rarely come to this house. You can stay here. It’s close to the school.”
Hera looked around. This place was a duplex with an estimated total area of about 400 square meters
He used such a big house to raise a pig?
Suddenly, she felt that the Killian family wasn’t treating him so harshly, after all.
“No-”
“No need to rush to reject me, Bernard interrupted her.
“I promised to protect you, so I should ensure your safety. At the same time, I also need a place for you to treat my iness.”
As he said this, he glanced at the pig, which was closing its eyes in enjoyment as it was being petted.
“This pig also wants you to stay.”
The mesos were very convincing, and Hera didn’t insist on relusing anymore