The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 944

Chapter 944: Chapter 944 Taking Care Of The Patient

His fingers slowly trailed along Hera’s neck, then down to her collarbone, each movement deliberate, teasing, and maddeningly slow. It was obvious, Rafael was doing it on purpose, fully aware of the effect he was having on her… and probably enjoying every second of it.

Hera gritted her teeth and pretended not to notice. It was obvious that Rafael was acting out just to get her attention, understandable, considering she’d been away with Xavier overseas for several days.

Anyone could tell how much he missed her. And even without anyone asking, or Xavier saying a word, it was already clear to everyone what had happened between them.

Sharing the same room? It wasn’t hard to imagine that Xavier had seized the opportunity. Given how well they knew each other, it was no surprise that Xavier and Hera had slept together.

The unspoken truth only stirred the others’ curiosity and desire, tempted by the thought of tasting that forbidden fruit themselves. But now wasn’t the right time… not while Hera was still recovering from her injuries.

And so, as if restraining himself, Rafael could only tease Hera, torturing both her and himself in the process. His touch was gentle yet mischievous as he wiped her body down, making her stomach flutter with tension.

She held her breath, doing everything she could not to moan, because Rafael’s teasing was making her wet, and Xavier was right there with them, helping to wipe her down so she could rest soon.

Hera bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape. But Rafael noticed. His hand paused, and without a word, he reached out to cradle her chin, gently pulling her lip free.

As he stared at the reddened, swollen skin, now as red as a cherry, the temptation to taste her lips washed over him like a wave.

Now, it felt like his own teasing had backfired, badly. The desire clawing at him was becoming too much, and he had to fight the urge to dive in and devour Hera whole.”Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his lips brushing against hers before he gave in, licking gently, savoring her taste.

Then, unable to resist any longer, he kissed her, deeply, passionately, his need pouring into every movement. One of his hands clenched the bedsheet tightly, a desperate attempt to anchor himself and keep from letting his hands roam where they shouldn’t.

The other hand slid down to her neck, cradling her jawline with his large palm, effortlessly engulfing her small face with his touch.

Xavier, who had been seriously focused on wiping Hera’s body, was caught off guard by Rafael’s sudden action. He opened his mouth, ready to scold him, only to notice the veins bulging on Rafael’s hand as it cradled Hera’s jaw, a clear sign of his struggle to restrain himself.

Xavier sighed, a bit exasperated but not entirely surprised. He knew Rafael wouldn’t do anything beyond kissing, no matter how tempted he was, so he decided not to intervene directly.

Instead, he grabbed the towel Rafael had discarded and, with his own, made his way back to the bathroom to rinse and rewarm it. Hopefully, by the time he returned, Rafael would have reined in his desire.

Not long after, Dave arrived with warm milk and Hera’s medication. But the moment he walked in and saw Rafael and Hera making out, he instantly wanted to curse. Rafael wasn’t the only one who missed Hera; he did too, desperately.

But unlike Rafael, he had been holding himself back, reminding himself that Hera was still recovering and needed rest, not temptation.

Simmering with jealousy, Dave didn’t say a word. Instead, he set the tray down on the bedside table with a loud ‘clank’, just enough to break the moment and snap their attention back.

Sure enough, the sound jolted Hera from her daze. She quickly turned her head and met Dave’s gaze. He was smiling, but it wasn’t a happy one. It looked more like the forced smile of an abandoned puppy trying not to show how hurt it really was.

Meanwhile, Rafael lowered his face into the crook of Hera’s neck, trying to calm his breathing. His hot, ragged exhale brushed against her bare skin, making her shudder uncontrollably.

“Sweetheart, you should take your medicine and get some rest,” Dave said gently as he picked up the glass of warm milk and handed it to Hera. Then, he reached for the small porcelain cup holding her pills, capsules, and tablets grouped together for convenience. Among them was the special medicine brought by Dr. Zigheart, along with a few low-dosage painkillers to ease her discomfort.

Rafael groaned in frustration and left the room, needing some space to let his desire cool down. Around the same time, Xavier returned with the freshly warmed towel, just as Hera finished taking her medicine and downing the warm milk.

Dave set the glass aside, took the towel from Xavier, and quietly moved to take Rafael’s place at Hera’s side. None of them mentioned Rafael; they all understood he was likely dealing with his own urges.

And sure enough, unable to calm down, Rafael headed to one of the guest rooms and locked himself in the bathroom for a cold shower. He had only himself to blame; he was the one who tried to tease Hera, only to end up completely tempted instead. Now, with his arousal refusing to subside, not even the biting cold water could fully tame the fire burning through him.

Hera, on the other hand, remained quiet as Xavier and Dave carefully helped wipe her down. Once finished, they worked together to help her into her pajamas. Before they were done, they gently removed her bra, having learned from experience that Hera didn’t like sleeping with it on, finding it too constricting.

After all, they had shared a bed with her enough times to notice her preferences by now.

With a grateful smile, Hera was gently laid down on the bed to rest. Dave then headed downstairs to return the tray to the kitchen, while Xavier went to the guest room to grab a change of clothes.

By now, some of them had already placed a few of their belongings in the guest rooms, along with the new clothes Amy had prepared, so they wouldn’t have to worry about packing whenever they stayed over.

After retrieving his clothes from the cabinet, Xavier took a quick shower before quietly returning to Hera’s side. Someone needed to stay with her through the night to help with anything she might need, especially since moving around would be difficult in her condition.

When he lay down beside her, Xavier made sure to keep a small distance so he wouldn’t accidentally touch her injured ribs. As he settled in, Hera’s eyes fluttered shut, the effects of the medicine pulling her into sleep.

Xavier watched her for a while, his gaze soft, but then, a vivid flashback of the car crash surged through his mind.

His breath caught in his throat. His hand clenched the bedsheet tightly as a sharp pain lanced through his chest, the memory far too fresh and haunting.

He did his best to calm himself down, forcing the painful memory deep into the recesses of his mind. When he opened his eyes again, they were red and shadowed with emotion.

Just then, Dave and Rafael returned. Dave was about to complain that it wasn’t fair for Xavier to claim the bed all to himself, but the moment he saw Hera sound asleep, the words caught in his throat. Instead, he shot Xavier a silent glare before turning away to take a shower as well.

Rafael quietly took the vacant space beside Xavier, careful not to disturb Hera. They all instinctively left the entire half of the bed for her, while the three of them made do with the other half, cramping together without complaint.

Before long, Dave returned from his shower, and the three of them ended up squeezed together on one side of the bed. With their broad frames, it was a tight fit; they looked like canned sardines, but no one complained.

The comforting scent of Hera lingering in the room seemed to lull them into sleep, and one by one, they drifted off peacefully.

During the night, Hera stirred once, needing to use the restroom. Xavier, being the closest to her, immediately woke up to help. Hera initially resisted being carried, but Xavier didn’t give her a choice, especially since she didn’t have crutches yet.

Realizing she had no better option, Hera reluctantly allowed it, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

As much as she wanted to manage on her own, she couldn’t even stand long enough to pull her pajamas and underwear down. Flustered, she covered her face with her good hand while Xavier gently helped lower her clothes and carefully settled her on the toilet.

“X-Xavier… Y-You don’t have to stay and watch me pee. You can step out for a while… I can manage,” Hera mumbled, her face as red as a tomato as she avoided his gaze.

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