The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 738

Chapter 738: Chapter 738 The Notebook
Seeing Zhane’s stern expression, Dave pouted dramatically, pulling an exaggerated face. However, after a few seconds, he slumped his shoulders in defeat and nodded. With that, they pushed thoughts of Athena and Zen aside, focusing instead on their queen—Hera—who was still fast asleep in the other room.

Zhane moved silently, making his way toward the bedroom. Carefully, he cracked the door open just enough to peek inside. His lips curled into a small smirk at the sight before him—Hera and Luke were still snuggled up together, fast asleep, completely at ease.

Zhane let out a quiet chuckle before gently closing the door. Without wasting time, he made a call to request a fresh set of clothes and toiletries for Hera, ensuring she would have everything she needed for a warm shower once she woke up.

He wasn’t alone—both Dave and Rafael were also making their own preparations.

Dave called the hotel’s kitchen to ensure that a meal would be ready for Hera when she woke up. He was meticulous with his request, making sure the food wasn’t just delicious but also nutritious, complete with soup and a well-balanced entrée.

Meanwhile, Rafael reached out to Hera’s manager, Betty, to confirm and make sure that no activities should be scheduled for the day. He didn’t mention the scandal currently spreading online or how Hera had almost been dragged into it.

Instead, he simply made it clear that Hera needed a break today and, if possible, asked Betty to keep tomorrow’s schedule tentative, leaving the decision up to Hera on whether she wanted to work or continue resting.

Once everything was arranged, the three of them quietly returned to the room, slipping back into bed and wrapping Hera in their arms.

Zhane, who had managed to slip in beside Hera, pulled her closer, wrapping her in a gentle embrace. Deep in sleep, Hera only stirred slightly before instinctively snuggling closer to him, her mouth slightly open as she remained lost in her dreams. Zhane couldn’t help but smile affectionately at the sight.

Carefully, he brushed aside a few strands of hair clinging to her lips, tucking them behind her ear before pressing his face against the top of her head. With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes.

Rafael and Dave settled in behind Zhane and Luke, finding their own comfortable positions before drifting off as well. The soft, steady rhythm of Hera’s breathing filled the quiet room, lulling them into rest.

The exhaustion from handling the aftermath of the scandal weighed on them, but now, with everything settled and justice served, they finally felt at ease. Nothing had happened to them in the end, and they knew it was thanks to Hera.

Grateful yet guilty that she had to bear such a burden for their sake, they silently promised to protect her, just as she had protected them.

This incident had deepened their bond with Hera, making them feel more connected to her than ever before. They all slept soundly until late in the afternoon, their exhaustion finally catching up with them.

When Hera woke up, she found a warm meal already prepared in front of her. It wasn’t exactly breakfast in bed—given that it was already afternoon—but the sentiment was the same.

Noticing that she was awake, Dave was the first to speak. “Sweetheart, I had the kitchen prepare some of your favorite dishes. Do you want to eat first, take a shower… or would you rather eat me first?”

His mischievous smile was contagious, and despite herself, Hera couldn’t help but laugh. But as soon as her laughter subsided, she smacked him on the arm with a glare, pretending to be angry.

After all, she had already been thoroughly ravaged by these beasts last night, and for Dave to be teasing her about another intimate moment first thing after waking up—he was definitely asking for a beating.

So, she hit him again.

Dave only laughed heartily as he moved the food closer to Hera, carefully serving it to her while she remained in bed. Just then, Zhane emerged from the bathroom, his expression soft and attentive.

“Hera, I prepared a warm bath for you,” he said gently. “I added a rose-scented bath bomb and lit some scented candles to help you relax. There’s even a small projector set up so you can watch Netflix while you soak. Would you like to enjoy your brunch in the bathtub, or would you rather eat first and take a bath afterward?”

His voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to Dave’s playful teasing, but the concern in it was just as evident.

“I’ll carry you wherever you want to go,” Rafael offered from nearby.

Meanwhile, Luke remained perched on the bed, lying on his side with his right hand cradling his head, propped up on his elbow. His gaze never left Hera, watching her every move with quiet intensity.

“Don’t hesitate to ask us for anything,” he murmured, his voice smooth and lazy, deliberately soothing. “This is what we’re here for.”

Hera knew that tone all too well—Luke was doing it on purpose.

But she couldn’t complain—it really did sound nice to the ear.

After a brief moment of thought, she decided to let them pamper her. After all, it was their fault she was feeling this tired and too sore to move much. This was the least they could do, and she wasn’t about to feel guilty about it.

“Hmm, I’d love to enjoy a nice warm bath while eating. That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

Luke extended his hand, gently cupping Hera’s cheek as his thumb traced slow, soothing circles against her skin.

“That’s right, babe. You should just let us do your bidding—that’s what we’re here for,” he murmured, his voice laced with lazy amusement.

Then, without warning, he stood up, causing the blanket draped over his lower body to slide down. The smooth lines of his muscles were put on full display, every contour accentuated by the soft lighting—along with everything else.

As Luke stood before her, he unknowingly—or perhaps very intentionally—gave Hera the perfect view.

Her eyes widened in shock. Yes, it was true that just last night, she had been touching them, doing all sorts of bold things without hesitation. But now, in the midst of a normal moment, without the haze of passion, she suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious.

A deep blush crept up her face as her gaze flickered—against her better judgment—toward Luke’s impressive physique.

Luke, of course, noticed. A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he watched Hera’s reaction. Seeing her so flustered, so openly affected by him, filled him with a sense of pride and delight. It only meant one thing—she was just as drawn to him as he was to her. And that realization made his chest swell with happiness.

Not wanting to make things more difficult for Hera, Zhane, who was standing closest to the bathroom, grabbed a bathrobe and tossed it at Luke. Without protest, Luke caught it and slipped it on, covering himself without complaint. They all knew Hera was exhausted, and the last thing he wanted was to push her past her limit—at least, not right now.

He then climbed back onto the bed and scooped Hera into his arms, carrying her to the bathroom before Rafael could step in to help. Seeing that Luke was quicker, Rafael simply assisted Dave in bringing the food and drinks to the bathroom while Zhane arranged everything.

“Do you want us to help you and massage your shoulders and limbs while you eat and watch?” Zhane asked, his tone free of any hidden intentions. He was genuinely offering to help Hera relax and feel comfortable.

Hera smiled sweetly as Luke gently lowered her into the bathtub. The moment the warm water enveloped her body, a wave of relief washed over her, easing her soreness. She let out a contented sigh and nodded at Zhane, silently giving him permission.

Without hesitation, Zhane settled at her side, while Luke positioned himself at the head of the tub. Zhane began massaging her upper arms, his touch firm yet soothing, while Luke gently rubbed her scalp with just the right amount of pressure. Hera could feel her exhaustion slowly melting away, her body growing lighter with every passing moment.

Meanwhile, Dave set up a wooden board across the tub before placing a tray of food on top. Rafael followed, carefully arranging the remaining dishes and drinks. Then, without a word, he sat at the foot of the bathtub and reached into the water to take hold of Hera’s delicate feet.

As he began pressing and kneading her soft soles, a smile tugged at his lips—just like the first time he had massaged her feet, he couldn’t help but relish the feeling of her soft, small feet in his hands.

“Sweetheart, what do you want to watch?” Dave asked, holding the remote as he dimmed the bathroom lights. He then closed the heavy blackout curtains, blocking out the soft glow from the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the breathtaking cityscape. This way, Hera could enjoy the movie without any glaring lights or distractions.

“Hmmm…” Hera thought for a moment before deciding. “I want to watch The Notebook.”

Not long after the movie started, as the drama reached an emotional peak, Dave—who had been sitting to the side, completely engrossed—suddenly let out a loud wail. While the others were quietly watching and tending to Hera, Dave was the only one who became an emotional mess.

“Woowoo… Sweetheart, this is so sad…” he sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his chest dramatically.

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PS: Thak you to Stephanie_Chu_1781 for the 15 Golden Ticket, it means a lot to me!