Chapter 165 Victory Celebration 2
Aware of Leo and Xavier’s cleanliness preferences, Hera had prepared a towel for each of them. When wiping Xavier’s sweat, she discreetly used the towel hidden in her left pocket, and for Leo, she utilized the one in her right pocket. Sensing her thoughtfulness, Leo and Xavier appreciated the gesture and happily accepted her assistance while they worked in the kitchen.
They would even lean in closer to Hera, tilting their heads when they felt a bead of sweat about to trickle down their faces, signaling to Hera that they needed her assistance. When she obliged by wiping away the sweat, Leo and Xavier would smile appreciatively, their eyes forming crescents as they thanked her with genuine delight.
They kind of enjoyed that kind of pampering that they felt motivated to do more work around the kitchen so they would continuously sweat so Hera could help them again, so their silent competition started again, to see who among the two of them would get more work done and will get Hera to help them wipe their sweat.
The older women, watching the unfolding romantic moment among the younger ones, couldn’t help but exchange knowing looks and gentle nudges, trying to contain their excitement without bursting into squeals. The sight of Hera, Leo, and Xavier, all with their attractive appearances, only enhanced the allure of the scene, making it feel like a captivating drama playing out before their eyes.
On the other hand, Hera shook her head in playful defeat. It seemed like she spent more time tending to Leo and Xavier’s sweat than actually cooking. They behaved like playful kids, constantly running to her for water breaks or a quick wipe-down, each trying to outdo the other. Their competitiveness was endearing in its childishness, and Hera couldn’t help but find it cute despite the distraction it caused from her cooking duties.
Besides, she couldn’t bring herself to scold them for their antics, considering it was helping out in the kitchen and adding some entertainment to the room, which everyone seemed to be enjoying, herself included. After all, who could deny the pleasure of sneaking glances at Leo and Xavier’s well-defined body outlines, their shirts now clinging to them from the sweat?
Hera couldn’t help but openly admire Leo and Xavier’s physique, their well-defined abdominal and pectoral muscles exuding a natural sexiness. Their physique wasn’t the exaggerated result of excessive bodybuilding; rather, it seemed to stem from a balanced regimen of lifting and martial arts, harmonizing their muscle tone throughout their bodies.
After Leo and Xavier assisted in moving the large pot of rice from the stove to the center table, Leo felt the warmth emanating from the pot. Subconsciously, he lifted his shirt, gently pulling it up and down to allow the cool air to circulate around his body, providing relief from the heat.
But little did he know that he was not the only one feeling hot, as Hera watched them bustling about, she couldn’t help but notice Leo’s movements. Unintentionally, she caught a glimpse of his glistening abdominal muscles, and his trousers hung so low that she could see his alluring V-line. With her heart skipping a beat, Hera found herself blushing, realizing that just a few inches lower, she might have caught a full view of what lay beneath.
Without realizing it, Hera found herself biting her lower lip while holding her breath, her gaze fixated below. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, feeling an irresistible draw toward what lay beneath that trouser that was threatening to show. It was as if with each passing moment, the fabric of Leo’s trousers might give way, revealing what was hidden it.
She heard Leo’s captivating chuckle just above her, drawing her attention upward. "Hera, eyes up here," he teased, gently pinching her chin to lift it, his blue orbs gleaming with mischief. His lips curved into a teasing smirk as he met her gaze, finding her eyes still clouded with suggestive thoughts. Leo’s own breath caught, his heart skipping a beat at what he saw reflected in Hera’s gaze.
It felt as though Hera was extending an invitation with the way she looked at him, and Leo was teetering on the edge of giving in to the impulses urging him to seize the moment, to take her right there and then. His gaze darkened ominously, his throat growing dry with desire. Beneath the surface, a surge of heat coursed through him, stirring a familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach and awakening a primal urge lower down.