Chapter 89 Says Who?
Zen nodded with a smile. "We have some great supplies."
"I agree, steak and vegetables sound perfect for tonight."
"Sounds good," Zen replied.
Hera then turned to Xavier. "Is that alright with you?"
Xavier nodded in agreement but remained silent. Hera simply accepted his silence, having grown accustomed to it by now. In fact, she appreciated it because it spared her the effort of having to come up with conversation topics.
Hera carefully selected the vegetables she intended to use, placing them by the sink to be washed. As she began to set aside the remaining vegetables, she glanced back at the sink only to find Xavier already there, rolling up his sleeves in preparation to wash them.
Hera’s heartbeat quickened as she caught sight of Xavier’s arm. Initially, she had assumed he possessed a lean physique, but as she beheld the sight of his arm, she was utterly captivated. It was enough to make anyone’s mouth water.
He wasn’t intentionally flexing his arm muscles, yet they were prominently defined, distinct with every movement. It wasn’t like the exaggerated bulges of a weightlifter; rather, his muscles subtly rippled beneath his skin with each motion, exuding an irresistible allure.
"Is this everything I need to wash?" Xavier’s voice snapped Hera back to reality. Unconsciously, her mouth had fallen slightly open, and Xavier was now looking directly at her, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.
Zen watched silently from the sidelines, feeling like a third wheel in the dynamic between Hera and Xavier. To avoid the discomfort of the situation, he simply sat there, staring blankly into space, trying to ignore their interaction and the awkwardness it brought.
Hera cleared her throat, attempting to conceal her embarrassment at being caught ogling Xavier. "Yes, that’s everything, and here are the mushrooms," she said quickly, passing them over from her side as if afraid to linger too long. Her movements were swift as if she feared being scalded if she touched him for too long.