Half a month ago… Didn't that mean it was a while after Bernard was discharged from the hospital?
Hera looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
Not many men would be willing to do such a thing, let alone take the initiative to do it. Instead of saying something, Bernard used his actions to tell her.
Hera was speechless. Bernard grabbed her hand quickly. Before she could react, she touched the scar left behind from the surgery and was taken aback.
"You actually went to get it done!" Hera sighed in disbelief. It was no wonder Bernard had been acting strange lately and didn't stay in the west wing. It turned out he needed to abstain himself.
"Yeah," responded Bernard with a nasal tone.
Hera's emotions were complicated. "Why were you so impulsive? Aren't you afraid that you won't have any children or grandchildren?"
"Giving birth to a child is painful. I don't want you to go through it again. Besides, I'm happy with Dyl and Dora." Bernard gazed at her affectionately.
Although Hera had never mentioned to him how difficult it was to give birth to Dylan and Dora, he could imagine it—especially since she was injured at that time.
There was a saying that when a woman gave birth to a child, she would have taken a trip to the afterlife. Back then, Hera had just gotten out of the afterlife before going back in. Just by imagining it, Bernard found it difficult to breathe. So, he didn't want her to experience it again.
Hera felt touched. She choked up and tip-toed to hug him tightly. Bernard hugged her back. Both of them seemed to have embraced each other's world, and no one could separate them.
After what felt like an entire century, Bernard lowered his head first and kissed Hera, who was in his arms.
Hera didn't reject him. She responded to him passionately. This kiss seemed to speak louder than words.
The desire that Hera built up was crushed instantly. She pushed away Bernard, who was on top of her, and said, "Get up. Your son is looking for you."
Bernard didn't want to get up. "Just ignore them."
The doorbell rang continuously. It was so noisy that Bernard was no longer in the mood for this. Was Dylan sent by God to torture him?
Bernard got out of the bed, annoyed. When he was about to open the door, Hera called him. "Wait. You should straighten your clothes."
Bernard straightened his clothes unwillingly before opening the door with a cold expression. "What is it?"
"I've solved the challenge you gave me!" Dylan said.
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