The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress-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.

She had never known that being so fully supported could feel like this. It gave her the courage and strength to keep pushing forward. His words, the ones Zhane had spoken, weren’t just comforting—they were a reminder of something much bigger. freewebnøvel.coɱ

These were the same words he had once said to Alice in the novel when her path in the entertainment industry had become nearly impossible for her to walk on.

Back then, she had almost given up, the weight of slander and relentless attacks from her enemies pushing her to the brink. No one believed her anymore, and in her darkest moment, when she was nearly isolated by those who sought to tear her down, it was Zhane’s voice that broke through.

He had told her then, just as he was telling Hera now, to keep moving forward, to let go of the doubt and the fear. With his support, Alice found the strength to rise above it all, and together with the other male leads, they used their resources to expose the truth, silencing her enemies and putting the perpetrators behind bars.

From that moment on, Alice never questioned herself or the love and loyalty of the men by her side.

And now, Hera felt that same unwavering support, and in that, she found her own strength.

Hearing Zhane’s words now, despite the different circumstances, Hera couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm settle in her heart. She knew, without a doubt, that she had succeeded in capturing the love of the male leads.

It was a quiet realization, but it brought her peace. With that understanding, she felt a surge of confidence, as if the weight of uncertainty had lifted. She now knew, more than ever, that she wasn’t alone. Together with them, she could challenge the fate that had once seemed so fixed and rewrite her future on her own terms.

The charged atmosphere made Zhane’s throat go dry, and his body heat seemed to rise, his breath becoming heavier.

Despite the intensity of his emotions, he remained considerate of Hera’s state of mind, holding back from acting on the urge to give in to the growing tension. Instead, he focused on simply hugging her, but even then, he found himself holding her tighter, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.

Sometimes, he too felt uncertain.

No matter how steady and composed Zhane appeared, he was still just a man—one who could feel jealousy, envy, and the weight of his emotions.

Yet, he had learned to suppress them, to give Hera the space she needed while trying to understand her perspective. After all, as a doctor, he had trained to step into others’ shoes, to understand where they were coming from, and offer support where it was needed.

A doctor’s role wasn’t just about healing—it was about providing comfort to the patients and their families. If he couldn’t connect with others emotionally, he would be no better than a machine, and that was something he could never allow himself to be.

This was why Zhane remained steadier than the rest of his friends. Aside from Leo, he was the one who truly understood Hera on a deeper level. However, his understanding also made him the most sensitive among them.

He often suppressed his own feelings to remain composed, playing the role of the "big brother" in their group. His maturity and uprightness made him the one everyone least worried about, yet this also meant that he carried the heaviest burdens in silence.

Hera had noticed this about Zhane a long time ago. While Xavier’s silence came from his laid-back nature and occasional laziness, Zhane’s was different.

His silence was born from a deep sense of stoicism and maturity. He understood when words were unnecessary and when speaking would only add weight to the situation. If he couldn’t say something encouraging, he’d choose silence, or speak in a way that was stern but truthful—words that made sense, even if they weren’t always easy to hear.

Feeling Zhane’s warm palm around her waist and his breath growing heavier, Hera could sense the tension in the air. She knew Zhane was feeling the pull of the moment, the silent urge to act on what they both felt.

But he was considerate enough to hold back, to give her the space she needed, while still providing her with comfort and support. It was impossible not to be drawn to someone like him—the way he balanced strength with gentleness, understanding with silent love.

As much as Hera appreciated him, she realized he wouldn’t truly understand how much she valued him unless she voiced it. And so, she did.

"Zhane, thank you," she whispered softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "You’re like a sturdy rock in the face of a storm. I really appreciate everything you do—your understanding, your silent love. Thank you..."

Turning towards him, Hera gently cupped his neck and pulled him closer, her heart racing as she closed the distance between them. She kissed him first, a light and tender press of her lips, before she slowly nibbled on his lower lip, turning the kiss into something deeper, more intense.

It didn’t take long for Zhane to take control of the kiss. His hand slid from her waist to the back of her neck, anchoring her as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, as if all the unspoken feelings between them were finally finding their voice.

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