Chapter 1139: Chances of survival
Sometime ago...
Hera watched her men train in the large vacant lot in the mansion from the balcony of her room. Her eyes were specifically fixed on Romnick and the lackey with him, who used to work for Dane. Even from this distance, she could enjoy the haggard look on their faces.
"I can’t believe you’re watching this as part of your breakfast."
Hera smiled in satisfaction without taking her eyes away from the two monkeys. "It uplifts my mood, which is a good thing for everyone, don’t you think?"
Primo shrugged as he sat down on the intricate garden chair she had on her balcony. He glanced at her and then at the men training in the vacant lot within the mansion.
"At this point, I hope you’re watching them because they’re all displaying those hot bods and not because they’re suffering," he remarked. "In that case, I can still think you’re normal."
"I fawn, No One," Hera remarked. "But only at one man. Even if he wears layers and layers —"
"I get it and don’t want to hear it." Primo waved in panic. "I’ve already heard enough of your sick bedroom fantasy with Dominic. That’s not how I plan to start my morning."
"And how do you plan to start your morning?" Hera slowly faced him. Coincidentally, her robe fell off her shoulders, revealing her laced bra cup. "I won’t mind if ogling over me is how you want to start your day, so long as you keep that hand and that other fake hand to yourself."
Primo gazed down at her laced bra cup, lifting his eyes to her cleavage, collarbones, neck, and then to her face. "Nah, I’m good."
"You once called me your fiance and fantasized about me," she humored. "Not attracted anymore?"