The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 693

Chapter 693: Chapter 693 Husband Mode
“Don’t worry, baby. The person behind this attack won’t get away with it—we’ll make sure justice is served,” Luke said, his usual gentle and sunny demeanor darkening with a sharp glint in his eyes. It was in moments like these that his hidden side surfaced, the one most people never got to see.

Hera had always known that Luke could be dangerous—perhaps even more dangerous than anyone else around her. Yet, she never felt afraid of him. After all, the true menace of the novel wasn’t Luke, but the main villain. Or maybe… they weren’t so different. Or was it Luke all along?

Either way, Hera was certain of one thing—Luke would never harm her. Instead, he would protect her, just as he once protected the female lead in the original story.

Hera nodded without revealing her true intentions.

She understood that these men were determined to help and protect her, and if she constantly acted independently—making it seem like she didn’t need their assistance or could handle everything on her own—they might feel disheartened.

It could make them question their usefulness or even their reliability. After all, if she truly valued their support, why wouldn’t she rely on them?

She knew that dismissing their efforts could unintentionally wound their pride, and she had no intention of doing that.

From time to time, it was alright to show vulnerability in front of her men, allowing them to feel that their strength and protection were valued. It reinforced their sense of purpose and masculinity, especially for men who took pride in cherishing their women and treating them like queens.

After all, men who truly treasured their partners wanted to feel needed, to be the protectors and providers they believed they should be.

In contrast, many men nowadays expected women to fend for themselves and earn their own keep. But if that were the case, what role would men play in a woman’s life?

If women had to take on the responsibilities traditionally assigned to men—protecting, providing, and being the pillars of a household—then where did that leave the men?

Although Hera had grown somewhat skeptical of modern men—many of whom seemed to expect to be treated the way their mothers had pampered them while women were left with no choice but to take charge—she knew this imbalance could be avoided if men simply stepped up and fulfilled their roles in a relationship.

After observing the men around her, Hera realized that they were a rare breed—high-quality men who took pride in ensuring that their woman never had to lift a finger, not even when eating, let alone handling problems on her own.

They saw it as their duty to protect, provide, and uplift her, and in doing so, they also strengthened their own confidence.

Being the kind of men who could support and take care of her wasn’t just an expectation—it was a source of pride for them.

Although Hera had learned to be independent and stand on her own, she realized there was no harm in showing her vulnerability to these men from time to time.

It wasn’t wrong to be treated like a queen, to be cared for, and to rely on the people who cherished her.

In fact, the warmth of their devotion both scared her because she don’t want to loose it and at the same time filled the void in her heart, making her feel truly protected in a way she had never experienced before.

Leaning closer to Luke, she squeezed his hand and acted coquettishly, her expression soft and endearing. Her playful charm melted their hearts in an instant—Luke, Dave, Zhane, and Rafael all found themselves drowning in a pool of love and adoration for her.

“Um… I’ll leave it to you,” she murmured sweetly, her voice laced with trust. “I know you guys are the best to me…”

Even though what she said felt a little cringy—even to herself—Hera couldn’t help but find it amusing. It was the kind of line Athena always mocked, the kind typically uttered by green tea bitches and white lotuses in novels. But now, seeing the way the men reacted, she finally understood why those two-faced women could so easily deceive the male leads.

It was almost unfair how effective this approach was. The men in front of her looked utterly devoted, as if they would serve her hand and foot, ready to answer her every call. Still, despite knowing the power she held over them, Hera had no intention of misusing their adoration or taking advantage of them more than necessary. But acting cute every now and then? Well, that wouldn’t hurt.

But little did she know that this small, coquettish act she pulled from time to time would have an even greater effect than she intended. It didn’t just make her men more devoted—it completely ensnared them. They would drop whatever they were doing, no matter how important, just to be there the moment she called. Each time she played this card, they fell for her even harder, sinking so deep there was no turning back. Not that they would ever want to.

Hell, they were already squabbling just for the chance to be the one by her side. And just imagine—if they ever had a daughter who took after Hera and discovered how powerful this little weapon could be against her doting father? These men would be utterly doomed!

After Hera acted coquettishly in front of Luke, Dave, Zhane, and Rafael, their eyes instantly lit up, and they immediately switched into full doting-husband mode.

“Sweetheart, don’t think too much about it. This is just a small matter, and it’s our job to make sure you’re well protected,” Dave reassured her, his voice filled with warmth.

Grinning from ear to ear, he started massaging Hera’s shoulders, his touch gentle yet firm. It was as if he had just devoured a whole tray of sugar cubes—his eyes curved into crescent moons, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, overflowing with joy.

“Every now and then, Dave actually says something useful,” Luke teased, a playful smirk on his lips as he began massaging Hera’s hands to ease any lingering tension in her body.

His meaning was clear—Dave had voiced exactly what he wanted to say, so there was no need for him to repeat it.

Dave narrowed his eyes in mock offense, pouting as he shot Luke a glare. But in the end, he couldn’t argue, so he simply huffed and chose to ignore him.

Zhane remained silent, but the subtle nodding and the serious expression on his face spoke volumes. Without a word, he began smoothly rubbing her palms, his touch gentle yet firm, easing the tension from her aching body.

Though he wasn’t in the entertainment industry and couldn’t assist her directly, his unwavering support was evident. He would stand by her in whatever she chose to do. And just because he wasn’t part of the industry didn’t mean he lacked connections. After all, a doctor’s influence extended far and wide—patients came from all walks of life, and if there was one person no one dared to offend, it was a doctor. Especially not one of Zhane’s caliber, whose skill could mean the difference between life and death.