In contrast, Leo struggled under the weight of his numerous bags, making it difficult for him to see where he was going.
By the time he reached the door, the other five had already gathered there, waiting for him.
However, there was no time for rivalry; they quickly entered the room to tend to Hera’s needs.
They set their purchases down on the coffee table before sorting through the items to decide what to give her inside the bathroom.
Soon, Hera heard a knock on the door. She realized she had been in the bathroom for quite some time, having reheated the water several times using the heat stones.
Her fingers had begun to wrinkle from prolonged exposure to the water, but she couldn’t bring herself to step out—Dave’s spare robe was already stained with her blood.
Therefore, she couldn’t reuse the robe. No one hade to assist Hera yet because Dave had sent all the maids away, believing they would return shortly. It turned out they wouldn’t arrive until the following day, leaving them with only new sets of clothes to offer her.
When she heard the unmistakable sound of the helicopter, she tried to dismiss the thought that they had actually flown back to the city just to buy her napkins.
Yet, deep down, she knew these male leads were capable of such antics. As the reality set in, she quickly emerged from the bathtub, wrapping a towel around herself.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before a knock echoed on the door.
When she opened the door, Leo and Zhane greeted her with a stream of shopping bags filled with women’s products, clothing, and even intimate apparel.
Peeking at them through the slightly ajar door, she bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
She remained silent, but her shy demeanor didn’t go unnoticed.
Leo gently patted her head and reassured her, "Don’t overthink it. This ispletely normal, and I’m always happy to help with these things. There’s no need to be embarrassed."
Zhane remained silent, but he nodded in agreement with Leo’s reassuring words. He then smiled at Hera and gently patted her head as well.
Their understanding and willingness to go above and beyond filled her with warmth and happiness.
She felt their bond deepening and, instead of resisting it, she embraced them both wholeheartedly.
Hera smiled sweetly at them, momentarily forgetting her previous experience with Alexi.
This tender moment eclipsed those memories, and her genuine smile illuminated her face. The men, watching her through the gap in the door, felt their efforts rewarded.
They were overjoyed to have helped her and to see her reassured.
"Thank you, truly," Hera said, her voice filled with gratitude.
"Anything for you, love," Dave replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. The others nodded in agreement, encouraging her to go inside and change before she caught a chill.
When Hera stepped back inside, she was taken aback by the array of productsid out before her.
It was clear that they had put in considerable effort to anticipate her needs—there were hotpresses, painkillers for any severe cramps, and a variety of napkins and tampons.
The sight made her chuckle heartily, touched by their thoughtfulness.
If she didn’t know any better, Hera would have thought they had bought out the entire store.
As she emerged from the bathroom, she was greeted by an array of medicinal soups and snacksid out on the bed.
Leo, Dave, Zhane, Luke, Xavier, and Rafael were all gathered around, inviting her to sit in the middle of the bed.
The 64-inch, theater-like t-screen TV was ying Netflix, setting a cozy atmosphere.
"Netflix and chill, huh?" she thought, slowly strolling toward them.
"Wifey,e here! We prepared a spread just for you—food and snacks!" Leo called out warmly, making her feel right at home and pampered—exactly what she needed during her period when difort was at its peak.
Without hesitation, she made her way to the center of the bed. Rafael, holding the remote, nced at her and asked, "What do you feel like watching? How about something romantic and light, like <i>Emily in Paris</i>?"
Hera’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as she turned to Rafael. "You know about that movie?"
"What? Is it weird that I do?" Rafael replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.
"Don’t forget, I run an entertainmentpany. I need to know what’s out there in the market to understand what people like. This way, I can invest wisely in my artists and determine who to push into the spotlight." With that, he began scrolling through the list of movies.
Hera held back her thoughts, finding Rafael’s reaction surprisingly cute.
Just then, Luke handed her a small bowl of steaming chicken soup—warm, but not hot enough to burn her.
She took a sip, feeling theforting warmth flow down her throat, and replied to Rafael’s earlier inquiry, "How about some <i>Jurassic World</i> instead?"
"Now, that’s surprising... Don’t girls usually prefer romance, watching everyone fall in love and all that?" Dave said, leaning toward Hera to feed her a bite of the fruit he had bought.
"What’s so surprising about it? Sure, girls enjoy romance, but that doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate action, thrillers, or even sci-fi," she replied.
"What’s really odd is that guys think girls only like romance, as if our interests revolve solely around love stories and fairy-tale endings," Hera chuckled knowingly, then turned her attention back to the screen.
"Well, fair enough," Xavier said as he leaned in to feed Hera, mirroring Dave’s earlier gesture.
They all moved with such ease, as if they had shared this moment countless times before, creating a warm and united atmosphere reminiscent of a big, happy family.
Meanwhile, the butler, who had peeked through the door fearing a potential showdown among the men vying for Hera’s affection, was left utterly bewildered.
However, a smile crept across his face as he watched them getting along so well. Unbeknownst to him, he found himself cheering for each of them.