Luke, on the other hand, didn’t have the time to personally deliver the gift to Hera, but more than anything, he simply wanted her to have it as soon as possible.


    His primary reason for not delivering it himself was his busy schedule, but another part of him didn’t want to turn it into a grand gesture.


    He didn’t want Hera to see it as just another extravagant gift given to impress her, like many men do with expensive jewelry.


    To him, this gift carried his heart, his emotions, and his silent promise—but at the same time, he wanted to downy it so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed.


    Maybe one day, when the time was right, he would tell her the true meaning behind it.


    Although Dave, Xavier, Zhane, and Rafael’s gifts might not have been as expensive or steeped in symbolism, they were just as meaningful—each personally procured through their own efforts without relying on assistants.


    Dave, for instance, went to great lengths tomission a one-of-a-kind handbag from the head designer of Hermès, a woman known for her exclusivity and refusal to take requests—even from high-ranking politicians.


    Yet, that didn’t deter Dave. He camped outside Hermès’ headquarters for days, waiting for a chance to meet her,pletely disregarding his own image.


    When that failed, he even followed her home—not in a way that could be considered harassment, but with the stubborn determination that made it impossible for her to ignore him.


    In the end, it wasn’t just Dave’s persistence that won her over—it was also his undeniable charm. After all, as the saying goes, who could reject a handsome man with a sincere smile?


    Amused and impressed, the designer finally relented. Not only did she agree to create a custom handbag for Hera, but she personally selected the materials, cut the leather by hand, and meticulously stitched it together.


    She even painted the final design herself, drawing inspiration from the pictures of Hera that Dave had shared with her—ensuring the bag was uniquely tailored to the woman he cared for.


    And when did Dave manage to pull all this off?


    For someone who loved making grand gestures and constantly sought Hera’s attention like an eager child waiting for praise, it was surprising that he had kept this a secret.


    Maybe it was because he didn’t want to raise her expectations until he was certain the bag would be made.


    Despite his usual antics and yful nature, deep down, Dave wasn’t as carefree as he appeared. In truth, he put on that act because he believed he was the least favored among the other men vying for Hera’s heart.


    Zhane took a different approach—rather than buying an extravagant gift, he sought out a reclusive Chinese medicine doctor whose family had passed down a secret skincare form for generations.


    This ancient concoction was known for its remarkable rejuvenating properties, enhancing the skin’s health and glow without causing irritation. However, acquiring it wasn’t easy.


    The form was a closely guarded family secret, traditionally reserved only for their n, and passing it to outsiders was strictly forbidden.


    Determined, Zhane took on various odd jobs for the old doctor, humbling himself in ways he never had before. At first, the doctor simply watched in amusement, letting Zhane make a fool of himself.


    After all, there was a vast difference between Western and Chinese medicine, and he doubted Zhane—a man of science—would have anything of value to offer him.


    More than that, the form wasn’t just any skincare remedy; it was a thousand-year-old legacy, originally crafted by a royal physician.


    It had been the foundation of the doctor’s family’s prosperity for generations, and he had no intention of letting it leave his lineage.


    Zhane’s patience, dedication, and unwavering good temper eventually won over the old doctor.


    Day after day, he diligently helped dry and process herbs, enduring the biting cold of the water and the exhaustion that came with thebor.


    This was the real reason he had been so worn outtely. He had expected the process to take much longer, believing he would have to prove himself for months before earning the doctor’s trust.


    Then, one day, without warning, the doctor handed him a folded piece of paper. At first, Zhane assumed it was a simple errand list or an order to fetch more supplies. But as he scanned the contents, realization struck—this wasn’t just any list.


    It was the form.


    Everything he had done at the doctor’s shop—the grueling work, the repetitive tasks—hadn’t just been about earning the old man’s favor.


    Unbeknownst to him, he had been learning. The hands-on experience had deepened his understanding of Chinese medicine, enhancing his ability to identify herbs and their properties.