The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 139 I Had to Be Sure You’d Be Safe

Sensing Tristan was one step away from losing his patience, Zeta Prime twisted his mechanical wrist, raising a gun toward Tristan’s right shoulder. Nova Tech, sort of speechless, raised her tail and aimed at the same spot.

"Aim for the heart."

With that one command, both weapons shifted to target Tristan’s chest.

Zeta Prime said, "Boss, are you okay? This is kinda extreme."

Nova Tech echoed, "Yeah, you’re not seriously doing this, right?"

Tristan let out a low chuckle. "If I can’t even trust what I built, how can I expect her to use it?"

Both Zeta and Nova knew the device was for Megan. Tristan was literally putting himself on the line to test it, making himself the guinea pig just so she’d be safe.

True love, no doubt.

"I’m counting to one. Fire on my mark."

"Yes, Master!"

"Roger!"

"Three, two, one!"

Bang! Bang!

Two bullets fired straight at Tristan’s heart. Zeta and Nova froze.

In a flash, a blue glow flared up. The bullets smacked into what felt like a force field, then clattered harmlessly to the floor.

Blue light faded. Zeta and Nova rushed up to him.

"Boss, what kind of tech is this? It stopped bullets like a shield!"

"It’s a micro bullet-intercept system. Can block up to ten bullets at once, covers a half-meter radius. Downside is, it can only be triggered three times."

Zeta scratched his metal head with a finger. "So you’ve used it once already... that leaves two tries?"

Tristan nodded with a sigh. "Yeah. There wasn’t time to make more. Let’s just hope Megan never has to use it. Nova, sneak into her bag tomorrow and stay close. No matter what she turns into, don’t let her see you."

Holding that new gadget tight, Tristan walked out of the lab.

Zeta and Nova plopped onto the floor, one big and one small.

Nova tilted her head and muttered, "That scared the crap outta me. If that thing had failed, we’d be at his funeral right now."

Zeta scoffed. "Stop whining. Anything the boss builds is top-tier gear." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Nova got up, stomped to Zeta, lifted her back leg, and splashed some oil on his foot. "Oh, please! You were shaking too! Don’t act so tough." Mischief done, she bolted.

Zeta tried to get up but his legs turned to jelly. "Damn it! It’s not fear, it’s compassion, alright?! Just... lemme sit here five more minutes."

Back in his room, Tristan noticed Megan wasn’t around, but she’d left a trail—a bunch of heart-shaped notes leading to the second-floor yoga room.

He followed them and pushed the door open. Megan was stretched out on a yoga mat, mid-practice.

She turned her head, caught sight of him, and smiled faintly. "Hey, you’re here. Gimme a sec to finish this."

Tristan’s gaze lingered on how she knelt with her body leaning forward. That pose? Definitely something.

The corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk.

He walked over, knelt behind her, placed his hands at her waist. "Megan, I’m kinda loving this pose."

Sensing danger, Megan tried to sit up, but Tristan firmly pressed a hand to her back.

"Let’s try it this way."

Then he leaned down, planting a kiss on her neck. She melted into his touch.

The temperature in the yoga studio rose rapidly.

Two hours later, Megan’s hair clung damply to her cheeks. She weakly poked Tristan, who was lying beside her.

"Tell me the truth, did you do this just to stop me from heading out?"Tristan chuckled, looking refreshed. "With you around, I never feel like going out. Just wanna stay in bed, the shower, the couch... or here in the yoga room with you."

Megan bit her lower lip. "You’re such a perv."

Tristan stood up, fetched a blanket, and wrapped her up before scooping her into his arms and carrying her back to the bedroom, gently laying her onto the bed.

After running the bath, he brought her into the bathroom, lowered her into the tub, and got in with her.

He gently washed her hair, rinsing the sweat and stickiness off her skin.

She returned the favor and washed his hair. His slightly messy, damp hair looked ridiculously attractive, dragging her into a moment of distraction.

Seriously, how could a guy look this good?

He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, his voice low and suggestive. "What’s on your mind, Mrs. Reid? Didn’t get enough just now?"

Her cheeks flushed instantly. "No, you’re the worst."

He stopped teasing, lifted her from the tub, and carefully wiped her dry.

Carrying her to the vanity, he set her down and began blow-drying her long black hair.

Then he placed a sleek pen-shaped object on the table. "This is for you."

"What is it?"

"A mini bullet interception device. Can block ten rounds at once, half a meter radius. Only downside—works just three times. I already used one on a test shot just now. So, two tries left."

Megan picked it up, examining the stylish design. "When did you make this?"

Nova Tech dashed out of the dressing room. "Master stayed up all night working on it!"

Tristan shot her a chilly glare; the little thing darted back in like lightning.

"You really made this just for me? Didn’t even sleep last night?"

Tristan gently tousled her hair. "I finished most of it before. Just wrapped it up yesterday. I tested it. It works."

Nova creeped out again. "Megan, the master even let me and Zeta Prime shoot at his heart to test it!"

Then she zipped away again.

Megan’s eyes welled up. "You idiot... what if it hadn’t worked?"

"I had to be sure you’d be safe." Tristan wiped away the tears trailing down her face. "Damn, am I this amazing? Second time now I’ve made someone with almost zero tear response cry."

She held his hand tight. "Not the second. It’s the third."

The first was from their previous life, that moment just before death when she saw him again.

Tristan gently tapped her tiny nose. "I only like it when you cry in bed."

"Hmph!" Megan gave a soft huff, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned into his abs. "You better not do anything that reckless ever again."

"Reckless? I thought it was pretty badass."

His half-joking tone made it clear—she meant everything to him.

"Okay," Tristan gave her back a light pat. "Time to eat. Then we’ll head to see Mrs. Lewis."

After freshening up, Megan put on some light makeup and changed into a pale lavender mohair sweater and jeans. She came downstairs arm-in-arm with Tristan, who was in a dark suit.

They had a quick meal, then headed to the foyer.

Tristan threw on a brown trench coat and helped her into a matching one, the way you’d help a kid.

"Let’s go, Mrs. Reid."

Megan clung to his arm as they stepped out of the villa. Cameron was already waiting for them.

Once in the car, Cameron raised the divider like his life depended on it—no need to torture himself watching this lovey-dovey couple.

At the hospital, Tristan opened the car door for Megan. The two walked into the inpatient wing together, while Cameron trudged behind them with a bunch of health supplements.

Right at the elevator, they bumped into Oliver and Samuel.

Samuel’s eyes lit up the moment he saw them. He waved, a bit excited. "Sis..."