The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Going back Inside
Hera felt overwhelmed under the gaze of his deep blue eyes, her throat tightening with emotion. “N-no need,” she managed to say, her voice strained. She cleared her throat, averting her gaze from his. “I didn’t do it for rewards or anything like that. I just did what I felt was right.”

Hera couldn’t quite grasp the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. In just a few short minutes, so much had transpired between them that her feelings had become a tangled mess. She knew she wasn’t alone in this, and neither was he. She found herself oddly impressed by his remarkable self-control, resisting impulses that would have overwhelmed others in his state.

Leo couldn’t help but smile at Hera’s response. He knew that Hera couldn’t see his expressions because of their position but he was happy because it was her who had found him in this dire situation. He was happy that Hera did not repulse his touch that much.

“Could you assist me in finding my grandfather?” He gently withdrew from her, fixing his gaze on hers. His usual domineering and assertiveness gave way to a more vulnerable demeanor, fitting for the time and situation. “Given what occurred today, I don’t feel comfortable trusting just anyone to guide me.”

He wore a vulnerable expression, hoping it would soften her stance towards him. He knew it was a form of manipulation, yet he couldn’t resist the opportunity to draw nearer to her. He acknowledged the selfishness of his actions, but he was willing to take the chance nonetheless.

He also grasped the importance of appearing weak and vulnerable in front of the woman he liked. His grandfather often stressed that in the long run, women grew weary of domineering CEO types and preferred the nurturing, sometimes even adorable, type of man. While he didn’t naturally fit that mold, he was willing to heed his grandfather’s advice in his pursuit of the woman he desired. After all, he had already lost her once to someone who embodied the approachable persona his grandfather had described.

Hera wasn’t typically one to bend over backward to please others, but she felt compelled to help those close to her. At this moment, she found herself unable to refuse his request even when he was supposed to be a stranger but she couldn’t find any problem in his actions. His vulnerability and the harrowing situation they had just experienced made it understandable why he would have trouble trusting anyone right now.

She empathized with his situation, imagining how she would feel if she were in his shoes. With that understanding, she nodded in agreement, realizing they were headed in the same direction anyway and she had nothing to lose by helping him.

She gently pried his hand off her waist, unlocked the cubicle door, and gestured for him to follow, but he remained motionless, causing Hera’s eyebrow to twitch in frustration.

‘What? Does he expect me to assist him and walk side by side?’ Hera felt her lips violently twitching as she forcefully pushed that thought aside.

But unfortunately for her, he did ask just that. “I apologize for being a burden, but due to the drug, my knees are so weak that I can’t seem to walk on my own,” he confessed, his head dropping in shame. “I won’t blame you if you decide to leave and they happen to come back and see me so vulnerable like this.”

Hera did not know if she saw him pouting or if she saw it wrongly, but it kind of gave her a shiver seeing a grown-ass man act that way and that didn’t go along with his image. ‘But then again, he’s probably not in his right mind after the drug and is still a little foggy. Right?’

Completely forgetting how he acted like a wronged child just earlier after she threatened to cut his manhood. Even going as far as shedding tears and saying what his grandfather had told him years ago when he was just 7 years old about women wanting to get to his pants.

But despite the contrasting image overlapping, he still somehow looked so fine!

Talking about guilt-tripping her, but she couldn’t call him out on it because it was indeed true, and his visual impact alone was a formidable weapon that managed to reach her soft side with just that vulnerable look.

She sighed and reluctantly agreed to his request, realizing she had to see it through. If they found him while he was still in his vulnerable state, her earlier efforts would be for naught, leaving him exposed to further danger and giving their way to continue with their plan.

Hera moved closer, gently guiding his right arm around her shoulder to support his weight as they made their way to the Auction Hall. With most of the guests likely already inside and the auction underway, they could blend in seamlessly, providing cover for their discreet arrival..

But instead, Leo slid his arms around Hera’s waist, he only leaned lightly on her. Before Hera could voice any concern, he preempted her with a statement. “Others might suspect something is wrong with me if we enter like that. Trust me, it could lead to bigger issues.”

He then resumed his usual demeanor, domineering and sharp. Hera wasn’t surprised, but she kept a close eye on him. She sensed his adeptness at masking his vulnerability, noting his skill in controlling his emotions and facial expressions.

Unbeknownst to Hera, Leo possessed a unique resilience against toxins and drugs, rendering them largely ineffective. Even though he had been drugged, the impact was minimal due to his body’s natural antibodies. This immunity extended to most medications as well. Thus, whoever had drugged him likely utilized a potent aphrodisiac to elicit such a reaction, though Leo retained control over his primal instincts despite the influence.

When Leo initially suspected he might be hallucinating due to the sudden surge in his sexual drive, he was taken aback. However, the revelation that Hera was indeed standing right before him filled him with joy and disbelief. This realization clarified why he found it so difficult to control his body’s response when they were in close proximity.

While his actions might appear as taking advantage of the situation to draw closer to Hera, Leo acknowledged that it was no justification for his behavior. Yet, every moment spent near her felt invaluable to him. He found himself yearning for her presence to the point where he wished he could fuse her to his body, ensuring she wouldn’t stray from his side.

They maintained a steady pace as they neared the auction hall, fortunate not to encounter anyone along the way. As they approached the massive double doors leading to the auction, the two guards stationed at the entrance visibly flinched, promptly swinging the doors open to allow them entry.

Hera barely had a moment to register the guards’ fearful reaction, her focus consumed by Leo’s tight grip on her waist. So preoccupied was she with this, that she scarcely noticed their surroundings until they were right upon their seat.

Leo escorted her to the front row of the auction, their presence drawing the attention of every attendees in the room. The auctioneer fell silent, his gaze fixed on them as they made their way to their seats. A hushed silence enveloped the hall as all eyes followed their movements with intense curiosity.

Hera’s attention was pulled away by a persistent tapping on her shoulder. Startled, she realized she was now seated in the front row, with Athena just behind her.

Athena whispered mischievously as she cast a playful side glance at Leo. “I was wondering where you ran off to, but it seems you found yourself a date. Hmmm… My worries were for naught.”

Athena’s teasing did not go unnoticed by Leo. Despite the Lowry family’s status as organizers of the Charity Auction, it didn’t grant them the privilege of sitting in the front row, reserved solely for the most influential figures in the world, those who could attend any auction without invitation.

The Auction House strictly enforces regulations preventing uninvited guests from participating, regardless of their financial resources, except the selected few. This policy is in place to uphold the establishment’s exclusivity and ensure a superior experience for attendees with verified net worth. By adhering to these rules, the Auction House eliminates concerns about guests being unable to afford their purchases, even if they had no intention of buying in the first place.

The Auction House conducts comprehensive background and net-worth checks on participants to determine their suitability. They prioritize wealthy individuals, as the establishment specializes in offering exclusive items not available elsewhere. By ensuring that only the most affluent clientele are admitted, the Auction House maintains its reputation for excellence and secures high-quality offerings for its auctions.

Hera remained silent in response to Athena’s teasing, conscious of the numerous eyes fixed on them. Scanning the room, she noticed Rafael’s scrutinizing and irritated gaze directed at her. Uncomfortable under his judgmental stare, she resisted the urge to justify herself; after all, she owed him no explanation. Beside Rafael was Zhane and several other unknown gentlemen, all equally striking. However, Hera’s attention was quickly diverted as she felt Leo tapping her arm rested on the armrest, signaling her attention.

Acknowledging Rafael and Zhane with a quick nod, Hera attempted a polite greeting. However, Zhane’s response was frosty, his eyes stern, while Rafael merely snorted coldly before turning his attention back to the Auctioneer.

Hera didn’t dwell on their reactions, turning her focus back to Leo. He offered, “If you find anything you like here, just let me know.”