The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Dream?
Hera released a sigh of relief as she reflected on her eventful day. From the victorious celebration to the unexpected visit from the male leads, it had been a whirlwind of activity. Despite her efforts to appear unruffled, she couldn’t deny the nervousness simmering beneath the surface. Each of the male leads possessed a unique aura and presence, along with distinct personalities that required her careful navigation. She harbored a fear that any misstep or oversight on her part could unravel her carefully laid plans.

Hera was uncertain if the male leads grasped the subtle message behind her liquor prank aimed at them. As she recalled the incident, a fleeting thought crossed her mind, too swift for her to grasp its significance. Exhausted from the day’s events, she decided to abandon any attempts at deciphering it and allowed herself to sink into the comfort of her soft bed, seeking respite for her body and mind.

After turning off all the lights in her bedroom, Hera felt as though she blacked out the moment she closed her eyes. She had no sense of how long she had been asleep when she suddenly heard a rustling sound beside her. Assuming it was part of a lucid dream, she ignored it, confident that it would pass soon. However, she also felt a heaviness in her chest and a presence around her, which added to the eerie sensation of the dream.

But she remained composed because this eerie phenomenon happened from time to time, especially when she was extremely tired or severely lacking sleep. She closed her eyes again, waiting patiently for the unsettling lucid dream to pass, hoping to drift back into dreamland and resume her beautiful, enchanting dream with the incredibly handsome man in it. The thought of returning to that delightful, blissful fantasy brought a small, hopeful smile to her face as she snuggled deeper into her soft, cozy bed, seeking the comforting embrace of sleep.

But then, she heard a husky groan near her ear. ‘That doesn’t belong to a lucid dream, does it?’ Cold sweat formed on her back as her hands and feet turned icy. The heaviness in her chest persisted, but she was so tired that she felt trapped between wakefulness and sleep. She wanted to move, but her body remained limp and unresponsive. It was as if her mind had separated from her body, watching helplessly as she struggled to fully awaken. The situation grew increasingly eerie, intensifying her sense of unease.

“What? Are you waiting for me to make a move on you?” A dangerously seductive voice echoed in her ear, followed by a sarcastic chuckle. The bed on her right side dipped, and the heaviness on her chest shifted to her waist. It felt like she had been splashed with cold water. Instantly, she sat up in shock, realizing she wasn’t having a lucid dream but was experiencing reality.

Her head snapped to the side, and she met the sight of a seductively prickly red rose beside her. He looked like Lucifer himself, ready to pull her into hell through pleasure. He leaned on his left hand, posing beside Hera with a mischievous smile.

He showed no qualms about lying beside her, his presence exuding an amorous air. “Cat got your tongue?” he teased, his eyes narrowing, as if he was waiting for her to confess something.

Hera was dumbstruck. “What are you doing in my room?” she demanded, her voice full of suspicion. She glanced around, trying to remember if she had sleepwalked, but more than that, she thought he had left with the other male leads. Her eyes widened as she realized what had felt off earlier—she hadn’t noticed Dave leaving with the others.

Hera’s eyes widened in realization as she felt the weight on her stomach. Dave’s right arm, now resting on her, played with a lock of her hair that had fallen to the side when she abruptly sat up. It dawned on her that the heaviness and suffocation she had felt earlier were due to Dave’s arm resting near her chest. He had been hugging her before he stirred and propped himself up to face her, noticing she was waking up.

Hera felt a chill run through her body as she realized she had no idea when Dave had entered her room. “When did you come into my room?” she demanded, her voice dropping a few degrees colder as her expression turned indifferent. Dave raised an eyebrow, intrigued and amused by the sudden shift. Hera now exuded an air of authority, interrogating him like a criminal. He found her transformation both fascinating and entertaining.

“Weren’t you the one who climbed into my bed?” Dave scoffed, his voice laced with a hidden anger masked by a nonchalant smile. First, Hera had made him drunk, and now she was accusing him of invading her space. He felt a deep sense of disappointment; he had thought Hera was different from the other women who surrounded him and his friends. He believed that because his friends were so interested in her, she must not be manipulative just like other women, just like she appeared to be in front of the camera with Xavier. But now, finding her in his bed, he had mixed feelings. He felt bad for his friends, thinking they were all taken in by someone who was just exceptionally good at acting.

“Mr. Minister, are you still drunk? This is my room!” Hera said through gritted teeth, struggling to rein in her bubbling anger.

“Hmph! Weren’t you the one who conspired to get me so drunk?” Dave sneered, disgust evident in his eyes. “Don’t even pretend it was just a playful prank! I know what you’re playing at!” He accused, his gaze never wavering from Hera’s.

“Oh yeah? If you knew, how come you still fell for it?” Hera fired back, her tone equally sarcastic. She was not only startled and frightened by his sudden appearance in her bedroom but also outraged by his accusation. How could she continue to let him speak to her this way in her own home, her own safe space?

Hera wasn’t without a temper, and she wasn’t usually grumpy upon waking up, but Dave’s relentless prodding was getting under her skin. “If you keep letting your guard down, you might get drugged sooner or later. Hmp!” Hera snapped, crossing her arms and pointedly ignoring him.

“Oh, now you’re even threatening to drug me?” Dave’s tone dripped with anger and malice.

“Huh?! If I wanted to sleep with someone, do I still need to drug them?” Hera retorted confidently, raising her eyebrows and looking at Dave as if he were some mentally challenged person who couldn’t see the obvious.

Dave choked on his own saliva, realizing how ridiculous his accusations sounded. If Hera really wanted to sleep with someone, a mere flick of her finger or a hint of seduction would be enough to sway any man. Not to mention, his four friends had already shown varying degrees of interest in her. If she were after status and wealth, she could easily choose from them instead of targeting him specifically.

Feeling like a clown for everything he said, Dave rubbed the tip of his nose. Having just woken up beside Hera, he didn’t remember much after falling asleep in the guest room and still believed he was there. He only also realized that his friends had left without him, leaving him to sulk in deep thought.

He massaged the bridge of his nose and traced his eyebrows to his temple before letting out a loud sigh. His thoughts were scattered, and he had instinctively spewed venom the moment he woke up, thinking Hera was trying to crawl into his bed. As he looked around the room, he realized, even through the haze of his spinning vision before he lost consciousness, this was not the guest room he had been sent to.

A flicker of realization hit him, and he felt too embarrassed to look at Hera. By this time, Hera had already turned on the bedside lamp and noticed the tint of red in his ears as he looked down at his hands, deep in thought.

But Hera didn’t give him time to reflect and started rubbing salt in his wounds. “What, have you realized it was you who crawled into my bed to seduce me?” she taunted.

Dave was naturally suspicious, a trait honed by his career as a politician. Hera knew that defending herself too vigorously would only reinforce his belief that she had tried to seduce him. Instead, she employed reverse psychology, matching his sarcasm with her own. This must have been the first time someone responded to him with such biting remarks, completely throwing him off balance. Now, he wasn’t just in disbelief; he was utterly taken aback by her unexpected retort.

He found himself at a loss for where to begin his apologies. He had simply come along with his friends to enjoy themselves, unaware of the unexpected turn events would take. Now, caught in an embarrassing situation, he feared the consequences if his friends were to discover he had ended up in Hera’s bed uninvited. The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine.