The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 991

Chapter 991: Chapter 991 Doing It On Purpose

Alas, when Sophia finally put her scheme into action, it backfired spectacularly. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Rafael sensed her movement the instant she pretended to stumble. The elevator doors slid open, and without hesitation, he pushed Hera’s wheelchair forward and out.

Caught off guard, Sophia, who had committed too fully to her act, ended up truly losing her balance. Expecting Rafael’s solid frame to catch her, she instead pitched sideways into empty space.

With no cushion to break her fall, she crashed hard against the elevator wall, her head bumping the side with a resounding thud.

Before the doors slid shut, both Hera and Rafael clearly heard the impact echo behind them.

Hera bit her lip, already guessing what had happened to Sophia. Laughing outright in her face would have been like kicking a donkey when it was already down, yet she couldn’t stop her shoulders from trembling as she stifled her laughter.

A grunt of pain from Sophia reached her ears just before the elevator doors closed. ‘Serves you right,’ Hera thought with a flicker of satisfaction.

But almost instantly, her amusement darkened. It wasn’t just that Sophia was obsessing over Leo anymore; now she was trying to draw Rafael’s attention, too?

What was this, Sophia, planning to build her own harem?

Hera wouldn’t have cared if Sophia wanted one for herself. But to target her men? That was another matter entirely. For Sophia to set her sights on two of the men in Hera’s harem was nothing less than a blatant challenge. And Hera was not nearly magnanimous enough to let that slide.

Luckily, Sophia wasn’t thick-skinned enough to follow Hera and Rafael out of the elevator to the seventh floor, or perhaps she simply knew she had no excuse to be there. She remained inside, humiliated after making such a spectacle of herself.

Still, when Hera’s soft chuckle echoed, a clear jab at her blunder, Sophia’s eyes darkened.

‘That bitch! It’s all her fault!’ she seethed. ‘Why did she have to force Mr. Rafael to push her wheelchair? If not for her, wouldn’t Mr. Rafael have caught me first?’

Sophia truly believed Rafael’s attention would have been hers if not for Hera. If Rafael had known what ran through her head, he might have rolled his eyes straight out of their sockets.

He didn’t even spare her a single thought, so what made her think he’d leap to catch her? She’d already be lucky if he didn’t reprimand her outright… or worse, mock her for having something wrong in her brain.

Rafael had seen every kind of scheming in the entertainment industry: women feigning weakness, playing innocent, or throwing themselves at powerful sponsors just to climb a little higher.

It was exactly why he always kept his distance from them. He knew too well how manipulative they could be, how easily they twisted vulnerability into a weapon.

So when he caught Sophia leaning toward him, her body tilting ever so deliberately as the elevator doors opened, Rafael acted on instinct. He pushed Hera’s wheelchair forward without hesitation, cleanly removing himself from Sophia’s reach.

To him, she was already trouble enough for trying to cling to Leo. He even pitied Leo for having to deal with her obsession. But if Sophia thought she could try the same tactics on him, Rafael had no intention of standing still and letting it happen.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rafael pushed Hera’s wheelchair forward. He noticed the slight tremor in her shoulders as she tried, and failed, to hold back her giggles. He caught the sound, and he was certain Sophia did too.

But so what?

It wasn’t as if he would stop Hera. If anything, he felt like mocking Sophia himself for thinking too highly of her own worth. Still, that would be ungentlemanly, and Rafael had no desire to tarnish his image in front of Hera.

So instead, he chose to act the bigger man, pretending as though nothing had happened.

He wheeled Hera straight toward Leo’s room. As soon as they entered, they found Leo hunched over his laptop, typing with such focus that he almost didn’t notice the door open.

Only after finishing the last line of what he was writing did he glance up. “You guys are back,” he said flatly. Even Rafael, who had seen countless sides of Leo, still found it strange to face this version of him, the one who wasn’t orbiting around Hera.

But Rafael knew this was his chance to compete for Hera’s attention even more. After all, Alexandre even came to their country chasing after Hera, and one way or another, he knew that he would inevitably become part of their little circle.

If that happened, Rafael didn’t intend to let some newcomer push him aside; he needed to secure his position before Alexandre even had the chance.

After Rafael pushed Hera’s wheelchair inside, he immediately went to the small kitchen to wash some fruit. He picked an apple, a pear, a melon, and a ripe mango, preparing to make a fruit salad for her.

As he worked, Hera kept herself occupied on her phone, chatting with the other girls and occasionally scrolling through social media to check how the storm surrounding Logan was unfolding.

She stayed quiet, not wanting to disturb Leo, who she now realized was juggling an international meeting on his laptop while handling other work simultaneously.

Hera buried herself in her phone, unaware that Leo’s eyes kept drifting toward her, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn’t find the words. Then, her phone pinged.

Ding.

[Alexandre: I was thinking of choosing what clothes to wear tomorrow night. Would you help me decide?]

[Alexandre: I’m still not used to your country’s culture, and I’m afraid whatever I pick on my own might look over the top or gaudy.]

Hera chuckled slightly as she read his messages. She couldn’t imagine Alexandre’s style ever being gaudy; he had excellent taste. Like any of the male leads or villains, he was basically a perfect human clothing rack: anything he wore looked like it had been made just for him.

The idea of him struggling with a wardrobe choice was almost laughable. Still, with nothing else to do, she decided to help; it wasn’t a big deal.

[Hera: Alright, just send me a photo of the clothes you’re thinking of wearing.]

[Alexandre: Thank you, sweetheart. You’re such an angel.]

[Alexandre: (image_attached)]

Alexandre didn’t just send one or two photos; he flooded her with them. As Hera scrolled through, she felt a lump rising in her throat, her mouth suddenly dry, making it hard to swallow.

Why?

Because every photo screamed deliberate seduction.

He wasn’t wearing much, only a pair of grey sweatpants that clung to his frame and left little to the imagination. His bare chest showcased perfectly sculpted muscles, each line and contour highlighted as if he’d posed just to tempt her.

Worse, or better, those sweatpants did nothing to hide the powerful shape of his thighs… or the obvious outline of the bulge straining beneath the fabric. Hera’s gaze betrayed her, roaming over every detail, drinking in the sight of him as heat slowly crept up her neck.

‘He really does have a good body,’ Hera admitted silently, her eyes glued to Alexandre’s photos. She stared so intently that she barely even noticed the clothes he was supposedly asking her to choose from.

Instead of holding the garments in front of himself like any normal person would, he’d carelessly draped them at his side while standing before the full-length mirror, making it obvious that the real subject of the photos was his body, not the outfits.

By the time Hera reached the last image, her breath caught. Alexandre was wearing nothing but a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs that clung scandalously to his form, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

The bulge pressing against the thin fabric was impossible to ignore. His hand rested over himself, yet whether he was trying to hide his arousal, emphasize it, or even stroke it, Hera couldn’t tell. The uncertainty only made her throat tighten as her mind spiraled with possibilities.

Hera still hadn’t typed a reply; she could only stare. The thin fabric left little to the imagination, and she could almost make out Alexandre’s size beneath it. Her face grew hotter, her thoughts drifting into dangerous, unholy territory because of him.

Before she could even gather herself, another message appeared on her screen.

[Alexandre: Do I look good in any of them?]

Hera blinked at the text, unsure if he was truly asking or deliberately toying with her. ‘It’s on purpose, it has to be on purpose!’ she thought, her pulse quickening as she realized how her body was reacting.

Heat coiled low in her belly, pooling between her thighs, leaving her flustered and unsettled.

[Hera: I think everything looks good.]

[Alexandre: Do you think my choice of underwear is also good, or should I pick a different brand?]

[Alexandre: I figured Calvin Klein was comfortable enough, the fabric isn’t irritating, and it holds me just fine. Even if I’m hard, it doesn’t feel too restraining…]

[Alexandre: Do you like it?]

[Hera: I…]

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