"How are the skincare products I gave you? Are they working well?" Zhane asked as he gently blow-dried Hera’s hair, his movents careful and precise. anwhile, Hera sat in front of the mirror, delicately patting toner onto her skin.
"Hmm, they sll so nice and feel gentle on my skin," she mused, tilting her head slightly as she observed her reflection. "They’re lightweight but still tighten my pores while keeping my skin moisturized. At the sa ti, they balance oil production, so my skin doesn’t feel too dry or too oily—it’s just perfect!"
Hera wasn’t one to hold back her praise, and even though she had only used the products for a little over a day, she could already feel their effects. Not that her skin had been in bad shape to begin with—her complexion was naturally smooth, with fine pores and a healthy balance of moisture.
Thanks to her consistent routine of eating well, exercising, and getting proper rest, her skin had always been in great condition. But with Zhane’s skincare products, it had beco even more radiant.
Every woman loves seeing themselves look beautiful, and Hera was no different. Seeing the effects of the skincare products Zhane had given her, she openly shared her experience.
She wasn’t sure if Zhane was developing this skincare formula with plans to enter the market, as she had never seen the product in any store before. If she was his test subject, all she could do was try it out and give him proper feedback.
What she didn’t know, however, was that Zhane had no intention of releasing this formula to the public. It was created solely for her, using ingredients and a formula once reserved for royalty in ancient tis.
If it were ever sold, the final product would be unimaginably expensive—far beyond the reach of ordinary people. But Zhane chose not to explain this to her.
Hera thought she was helping Zhane by giving him feedback, so she happily chatted about her experience with the skincare products. Seeing her so cheerful, Zhane couldn’t help but smile. He leaned in closer, watching their reflection in the mirror. His face brushed beside hers as he gazed into her eyes through the glass.
"I’m happy that you liked it," he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. In that mont, all the effort he had put into acquiring the formula from the old doctor and all the late nights spent perfecting it felt entirely worth it—just to see her smile.
But then, the mischievous side of Zhane couldn’t resist making an appearance. Leaning in even closer, he whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "But I think the after-sex glow looks even better than any skincare routine."
His bright smile and teasing gleam in his eyes sent a rush of heat to Hera’s cheeks, making her blush furiously.
Dave, who wasn’t too far away, felt his jealousy antenna twitch. His instincts flared, and he instantly turned his gaze toward Zhane and Hera, his eyes filled with silent inquiry.
Hera bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her expression neutral. But as she reflected, she realized sothing—ever since she started becoming intimate with the male leads and Leo, it had been happening so frequently that even she couldn’t ignore the effects on her body. The difference was too obvious to miss.
Those who were always around her—Daisy, Hannah, and Amy—were the first to notice the change. They often pointed out how radiant and beautiful she looked, and as much as Hera tried to brush it off, she couldn’t deny it.
No wonder people always said that mature won carried a unique charm and allure. It wasn’t just about their aura—it was the undeniable glow that ca from within.
Zhane, noticing Dave’s reaction, simply ignored him. His hands wandered from Hera’s hair down to her waist, his touch lingering. He wasn’t the type to express affection through sweet words—he preferred actions.
And right now, as he gazed at Hera, completely captivated, he couldn’t help but recall that she had spent the previous night with Rafael and Luke. A possessive desire stirred within him. It had been a while since their first ti, and he hadn’t made another move since.
But just as he was about to, Hera’s phone buzzed.
Flustered, Hera quickly reached for it, already suspecting where things were headed if she didn’t. When she saw the ssage from Betty, she straightened up.
[Betty: Hera, we’re ready on our side. The traffic online is perfect at this ti. Do you want to start our counterattack?]
Zhane glanced at the ssage as well, his eyebrow arching. In an instant, his previous intentions faded, replaced by intrigue. He was curious to see what Hera was planning.
After all, she was still in the middle of an internet firestorm, with her na dominating trending topics. And while he appeared calm on the surface, he was just as livid as the others about the harassnt and insults being thrown at her. If a counterattack was in motion, then that took priority.
His mont with Hera could wait.
Zhane withdrew his hand from Hera’s waist, and she t his gaze with an appreciative smile. He nodded in understanding, but before she could react, he effortlessly lifted her from the chair and carried her over to the bed, ensuring she had a more comfortable position to sit and watch as the situation unfolded.
The others, noticing the subtle exchange between Hera and Zhane, grew curious. As Zhane settled beside her on the bed, they instinctively gravitated toward them, lounging around and surrounding Hera. Luke took a spot beside her, with Rafael next to him, while Dave positioned himself beside Zhane.
Hera remained focused on her phone, her fingers typing swiftly. Zhane watched with interest, and the rest, sensing the importance of the mont, instinctively checked their own phones. Those closest to Hera managed to catch a glimpse of the thread she was reading and instantly smirked. Without hesitation, they all pulled out their phones, eager to follow along.
Dave, who was a little farther away and struggling to get a clear view, tried to push against Zhane to get closer. However, instead of making room, Zhane smoothly scooped Hera into his lap. This way, not only did Dave no longer need to push him, but Zhane also got to hold Hera and keep her close—an undeniable win-win in his eyes.
With a triumphant smirk, Zhane shot Dave a bright, almost smug smile. Dave, on the other hand, could only fu silently. He wanted to argue, to push back sohow, but no words ca to mind. He just felt—once again—like he’d lost.
But their little antics went completely unnoticed by Hera, who was now fully focused on sending out orders to Betty and Sasha.
[Hera: Alright, start sending the notices to the trolls. I’ll post sothing on my wall with a brief explanation—nothing too dramatic. You just need to share it using our company’s official account. Then, we’ll let the trolls light the fire and stir the pot from there. No need for grand explanations or unnecessary theatrics. Netizens aren’t stupid enough to always believe the ones who cry the loudest.]
[Hera: (^ ～ ^)]
[Betty: Got it. We’re all set and ready to go.]
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