The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 443
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Chapter 443: Chapter 443 Trap?
‘Or was this a trap from the very beginning?’ Hera questioned herself, doubt creeping in. She glanced up at Dave, only to find him smirking triumphantly as they ascended the stairs.
‘Ha! It really was a trap! He knew I wouldn’t accept his gift, so he deliberately brought up his great-grandfather and grandfather to highlight its history. He used that knowledge to counter my rejection, turning it into a weapon against me!’
Hera secretly rolled her eyes at Dave for trying such a move on her. However, a new problem suddenly popped into her mind.
‘If I get involved with all the male leads, including Leo, and our relationships progress beyond mere partnership into a polyamorous marriage, does that mean I’ll have to bear each of them a child?’
As this thought struck Hera, her face slowly paled.
By the time they reached the top of the stairs, her heart raced, and her eyelashes fluttered.
The mere idea of giving birth to six children within the span of a decade filled her with a whirlwind of emotions.
Slap!
Dave jumped to the side, his eyes widening in surprise at the sharp sound of a loud slap beside him.
He quickly turned to Hera, whose cheeks were flushed and swollen, a clear sign of the impact.
“What are you doing?!” Dave exclaimed, grabbing Hera’s right hand and examining it with concern. His gaze then shifted to her flushed cheeks.
“Why did you slap yourself?” he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of worry and frustration.
“There was a mosquito…” Hera stammered, her initial excuse slipping out before she could think it through.
Lacking a better explanation for her action, she awkwardly continued, hoping to deflect attention from her embarrassment.
Dave furrowed his brows as he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’ll call pest control to get rid of all the insects and bugs around here,” he said, though skepticism lingered in his voice. Despite his doubts, he chose to hold back any further questions.
On the other hand, Hera felt a sense of clarity wash over her after the slap.
‘There’s no point in overthinking; I’ll cross that bridge when I get there,’ she thought, her eyes sparkling with newfound determination.
She smiled sweetly at Dave, hoping to ease his worry.
However, Dave’s concern deepened. He chose not to press her further, recognizing that Hera clearly preferred to keep her thoughts to herself.
He continued to lead Hera toward his room on the second floor, and it wasn’t long before they arrived.
As soon as they entered, Dave directed Hera to his spacious bathroom, which boasted a large French window offering a stunning view of the chateau’s grounds.
The white bathtub complemented the gold faucets and shower fixtures beautifully, creating an elegant contrast.
The entire bathroom was designed in a sophisticated white and gold theme, and it was as spacious as her bathroom in the penthouse, if not larger.
The bathroom exuded a clean and refreshing aesthetic while radiating an elegant luxury.
As Hera stepped inside, Dave turned to assist her in gathering what she would need.
He retrieved a soft towel from the cupboard, a spare toothbrush, a plush bathrobe, and other essentials.
Hera watched in amusement as Dave rummaged through every cabinet, pulling out nearly every item he could find.
He meticulously explained how to use everything, even the toilet bowl, leaving Hera feeling a faint line forming on her forehead from both confusion and exasperation.
Since Dave seemed determined to stay put, Hera had no choice but to gently push him outside so she could finally take her shower.
“Wait, sweetheart! Before you push me out, you should put your clothes in that basket. I’ll have an older maid pick them up for dry cleaning. If they can be salvaged, great; if not, I’ll make sure you get something else to wear.”
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By the time he finished speaking, Hera had already pushed him out the door. With a wide smile, she closed the door behind him just as he was about to say more.
Dave couldn’t help but chuckle at Hera’s antics. But as he watched her, excitement bubbled within him; she was in his room.
His heart raced louder as the realization sank in, and he felt a flutter in his stomach, his breath hitching at the overwhelming emotions.
Dave nervously settled into the sofa chair, his gaze locked onto the bathroom door.
His expression was serious, his thoughts a mystery, and he felt a heat radiating from his body. But who could tell? He was the only one in the room.
On the other hand, Hera no longer worried about Dave, but she made sure to lock the door just in case.
Then she quickly undressed, placing her clothes in the basket before stepping under the shower heads and allowing the warm water to cascade over her body.
She loved warm water, but to be honest, her idea of warm could easily be considered boiling hot by others.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her or if other girls enjoyed such steamy baths and showers, but she took care not to soak her hair in the hot water; otherwise, her beautiful locks would become brittle.
To avoid this, she typically separated washing her hair from her body, relishing the relaxing experience of a hot bath while keeping her hair cuticles safe.
After warming her body, she switched to cold water to wash her hair, gently massaging her scalp as she rinsed.
Once her hair was clean, she turned her attention to her body. The longer she stood under the shower, the more her skin began to feel numb; the hot water no longer felt scorching, but the fatigue in her body faded away, and her mind felt clearer but she was starting to feel sleepy.
After half an hour, Kisha emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, still drying her hair with a towel.
When she stepped out, she nearly shrieked in surprise at the intensity of Dave’s gaze, which seemed to bore a hole into her from where he sat by the door.
A wave of heat washed over her, making her throat feel dry. She couldn’t tell if the warmth was from her hot bath or the charged atmosphere in the room.
But she masked her discomfort and avoided eye contact. Given her experiences, she would be foolish not to recognize the tension in the air.
She moved away from the sofa and approached the bed, where Dave had placed the hair dryer.
With a subtle smile, she glanced back at him before picking it up and starting to dry her long hair.
The sound of the hair dryer filled the silent room, and Dave refrained from making small talk, allowing Hera to focus as her back remained turned to him.
Suddenly, she flinched at the sensation of a warm hand gently touching hers, the one holding the hair dryer.
Another hand grazed her long, slender neck before slowly brushing through her hair with delicate fingers.
Soon, Dave took the hair dryer from her, drying her hair while gently combing through it with his fingers.
Despite his attentive touch, he remained silent, and Hera felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
Unconsciously, she held her breath as she sensed Dave’s warm hand grazing her neck, a touch that felt almost too sensual.
She couldn’t tell if he was doing it intentionally or if she was simply overthinking the moment.
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