Chapter 800 Zhane’s Words
Liz, caught between laughing and holding back, ended up choking on a laugh, feeling secondhand embarrassment on Hera’s behalf. She quickly hung up, sparing them both.
Meanwhile, Hera blinked a few times, finally realizing what she had done. Her face flushed bright red as mortification sank in. She desperately wanted to bury herself in the blankets.
’Oh God! I want to crawl into a hole and disappear! she thought in utter embarrassment.’
Zhane couldn’t help but chuckle, watching the lively side of Hera emerge again. It was a relief, really—at least this way, she wouldn’t be burdened with worry or fear.
All she needed to do was keep looking ahead, and he and the rest of the group—Luke, Leo, Dave, Rafael, and Xavier—would be the ones to clear her path and carry the weight. That was how it should be.
Hera should simply be their little queen, focused on rising to her throne and handling her own affairs. Zhane thought this as he continued to watch her, a sense of contentment settling in his chest.
Unable to resist the urge any longer, he pulled Hera gently into his arms, her body falling naturally against his. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his voice warm and reassuring.
"Don’t worry so much," he whispered, his tone soothing. "You’ve already done everything you can. Leave the rest to me and the others. Focus on what you need to do, and whenever you look back, you’ll find us right there behind you—supporting you, loving you... You just need to be yourself."
Hera’s heart trembled once again, but this time, it wasn’t out of the fear of losing Leo. It was something far more profound—she was deeply moved.