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 untilte 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 butugh. But as soon as herughter subsided, she smacked him on the arm with a re, pretending to be angry.


    After all, she had already been thoroughly ravaged by these beastsst 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 onlyughed 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 rx. 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 yful 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 andzy, 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’tin—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 voiceced withzy amusement.


    Then, without warning, he stood up, causing the nket draped over his lower body to slide down. The smooth lines of his muscles were put on full disy, every contour entuated 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 justst 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 withoutint. They all knew Hera was exhausted, and thest 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 rx and feelfortable.


    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 cing 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 ckout 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 ring lights or distractions.


    "Hmmm..." Hera thought for a moment before deciding. "I want to watch <i>The Notebook</i>."


    Not long after the movie started, as the drama reached an emotional peak, Dave—who had been sitting to the side,pletely 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!