Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1220 Bamboo

Ross could already imagine it: Jenny’s warm, soft body under his, her gasps and moans mingling with the sounds of the night.

The thought made a slow, confident smile creep across his face.

But for now, he would play it cool, charm her, make her feel intrigued and safe.

The chase was as much a part of the thrill as the victory itself.

Tonight wasn’t over, and he didn’t intend to let this moment slip away.

Ross talked with Jenny for hours, their conversation flowing effortlessly despite the chaos and noise of the crowded safe zone.

They laughed at small jokes, shared cautious smiles, and even debated a few points, though the underlying tension between them was undeniable.

By the time Ross finally stood and left, the clock was nearing midnight, and Jenny was left alone with her thoughts.

Almost immediately, her friends swarmed her, buzzing around like excited bees.

"Jenny! That’s Ross! He’s a freaking powerhouse!" one of them gushed, practically bouncing in excitement.

"You should have gone to his room! Can you believe it?!" another exclaimed, grabbing her shoulder.

"What were you even thinking, Jenny?! Don’t let an opportunity like this slip through your fingers!" a third cried, eyes wide, voice trembling with excitement and disbelief.

Jenny could barely keep up with the barrage of advice.

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, yet at the same time, she felt a pang of exasperation.

They acted like she had just lost the chance of her life—but this wasn’t some ordinary world.

This was a world overrun by zombies, unpredictable and merciless.

Every day was a gamble, and survival was never guaranteed.

For Jenny, love had been a luxury she couldn’t afford... not after losing her husband just months ago.

Her friends didn’t know, of course.

They didn’t know the depths of her loss, the nights she spent awake haunted by memories, the fear that letting herself care again might be a betrayal to the man she had loved and lost.

To them, she was just a single woman faced with a rare, powerful, and undeniably attractive man.

Yet Ross, unconcerned by the rejection or the noise around her, returned the next day.

And the day after that.

Each time, he sought her out, sat beside her, and spoke with the same warmth, ease, and subtle charm that had drawn her in on the first night.

Slowly, he began to uncover the walls she had built around herself—not with force, but with quiet persistence, patience, and understanding.

He noticed the hesitation in her eyes whenever someone mentioned love.

He saw the flinch in her voice when he joked about relationships.

And he understood that she wasn’t rejecting him out of disinterest—she was protecting a fragile heart that had already been broken once.

For Jenny, it was a confusing mixture of fear and longing.

The world around her was harsh and unforgiving, where death lurked in every shadow, and yet Ross made her feel something almost impossible to articulate.

He made her feel safe, even when he was bold and direct. He made her laugh, made her forget, if only for a moment, the constant threat of the apocalypse.

And, most dangerously, he made her heart ache in a way she hadn’t thought possible again.

Days turned into a week, and the tension built, each encounter peeling away another layer of her defenses.

Every smile, every touch, every conversation drew her closer, but still, she hesitated.

Love was a risk she wasn’t sure she could take—not in this world, not with her history of loss.

Yet Ross never pushed too hard.

He respected her boundaries, even as he tested them gently, guiding her toward desire without forcing it.

He understood that the chase was part of the thrill, that the anticipation could be as intoxicating as the act itself.

Finally, after seven long days of quiet persistence, laughter, and fleeting glances charged with meaning, Jenny felt the walls she had built around her heart begin to crumble.

One evening, after another long conversation filled with laughter and quiet confessions, she looked up at him, eyes bright with vulnerability and courage.

"Yes... Ross," she whispered, the words trembling but firm.

And just like that, she allowed herself to take the step she had feared for so long.

She followed him to his room, heart racing, mind alive with the thrill of possibility.

In a world where life could end at any moment, she was taking a risk—but this time, it was a risk she chose for herself.

For the first time in months, maybe years, Jenny felt something she hadn’t felt since before the apocalypse: hope, desire, and the tentative stirrings of love.

Ross had broken through her walls, not with force, but with persistence, charm, and the rare ability to make her feel alive again.

Of course, Jenny had no intention of just throwing herself at Ross. That was not part of her plan at all.

She had come simply out of curiosity, wanting to see what his room looked like—and what she found surprised her.

"It’s... so big!" she gasped as she stepped inside, her eyes widening.

The space was far larger than she had expected. A huge TV dominated one wall, a fully equipped kitchen gleamed in the corner, and to her amazement, there were even two bathrooms.

Jenny had never imagined that such a spacious and well-furnished place could exist behind the unassuming door she had just passed through.

Ross, of course, had adjusted the place with his reality-bending powers, something only he knew.

To anyone else, it would have seemed ordinary, but nobody else could feel the subtle hints of power and precision woven into every detail.

"It’s okay, come on. I prepared something," Ross said casually, a small, confident smile playing on his lips.

He led her toward a table that was laid out beautifully, filled with a variety of dishes that made her heart skip a beat.

Every single one was her favorite food, arranged as if he had spent hours thinking about what would make her happy.