Alice’s rtionship with all five of them didn’t simply stem from Rafael and Xavier sharing a social circle and developing an interest in her. It was far moreplex. The remaining three male leads were unwittingly ensnared in a plot, drugged by an aphrodisiac, which led to intimate encounters with Alice before they even realized her connection to Rafael and Xavier. By the time they discovered the truth, Alice had already formed deep bonds with most of them. Despite initial tensions and rivalries over her affection, they ultimately reached a consensus to share her affections. Their decision was driven not only by their friendship but also by the realization that Alice faced formidable adversaries, necessitating their collective protection against a powerful antagonist targeting her.
Hera’s intention in orchestrating this was to caution the male leads against falling into simr traps in the future, essentially aiming to prevent their chance encounters with Alice. While they may harbor neutral feelings toward Alice presently, Hera fears the possibility of history repeating itself, as depicted in the novel. Uncertain of her next steps, she contemtes the extent to which she can modify her n to ensure events diverge from the novel’s narrative. She grapples with the challenge of tweaking her strategy sufficiently to safeguard against a reurrence of the novel’s events.
Moreover, Hera harbors no inclination whatsoever to substitute herself for Alice and shield the male leads from potential harm by using her own body. Instead, recognizing the impending recurrence of such circumstances, she opts for a more practical approach: sending them a poignant reminder. Hera acknowledges the impracticality of constantly shadowing them like a stalker to ensure they avoid encounters with Alice, especially considering the natural progression of events unfolding simultaneously with the story.
Her only recourse now was to prepare in advance, though she was well aware that there existed no wless or foolproof n. Thus, she harbored no illusions that this subtle reminder would suffice to deter thempletely from following the storyline. Nevertheless, Hera remained hopeful that it would serve as a persistent reminder in the corner of their minds, nudging them away from the inevitable course of events.
Before long, each of the men found themselves holding a unique cocktail, carefully crafted by Hera to allow them the freedom to choose ording to their preferences, thus adding an extrayer of excitement to her Russian roulette. As the drinks flowed and the atmosphere grew livelier, Hera maintained herposure, seamlessly ying her part. Then, Dave, drawn to the colorful concoction of mixed berries and yogurt, eagerly consumed it with the fervor of someone drinking water, enchanted by its taste and offering repeated praise. However, the potency of the cocktail soon began to take effect, leaving Dave pleasantly intoxicated.
"I’m thoroughly enjoying this cocktail! The sweetness mixed with a hint of sour from the berries, and the smooth taste from the yogurt drink, are allplemented by the refreshing touch of mint—it’s like sipping on a refreshing juice. I’m sure this would be a hit with thedies. What’s the name of this delightful concoction?" Dave eagerly bombarded Hera with his questions as he relished the drink, downing it like water.
"It’s called ’Night of Passion,’" Hera replied with a smile, pleased by Dave’spliment on the drink she had crafted herself. She personally disliked the overpowering taste of strong liquor, which led her to include sweet and sour elements to bnce out the cocktail’s vor, making it more enjoyable for women. However, she cautioned that despite its inviting taste, it packed quite a punch, advising that one ss should suffice even for seasoned drinkers.
They noticed a flicker of pride on Hera’s face as she mentioned the drink’s name, realizing that she must have been the creator, generously sharing her creation with them. Witnessing this, Victor couldn’t help but chuckle once more. "Why don’t you whip one up for me as well?" he quipped.
Hera smiled warmly but gently shook her head. "Grandpa Victor, I believe you’ve had your fair share of strong drinks tonight. This one, in particr, packs quite a punch—it’s the strongest I have in stock. You might find it difficult to appreciate Hannah’s delicious foodter on if you indulge too much." She ended with a yful pout, mirroring the concern of a real granddaughter looking out for her grandfather’s well-being, urging him to take care of himself.