The Price of Breaking a Contract: This Kid Really Wasn't a Good Person

The runes on the Teleportation Array lit up, casting a multicolored glow.

The next moment, Aaron and Hermione appeared on another teleportation platform.

"This is my secret base, Divine Thunder Hall. Nowhere is safer than here.

"I should've brought you here long ago, if you hadn't gone to help Harry and the others."

Hermione paid no attention to the magnificent hall. She merely smiled at Aaron beside her.

Feeling her gentle gaze, Aaron finally gave in to temptation. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her.

He had only meant for it to be a brief taste. After all, there were quite a few people in Divine Thunder Hall now. But they both seemed to have forgotten that, indulging in each other without restraint.

"Ahem!"

The sudden cough shattered the surrounding silence.

Aaron and Hermione came to their senses and awkwardly pulled apart.

"Please, continue. Pretend I don't exist," Clea said, watching them with an amused half-smile.

"You really picked the perfect time," Aaron said resentfully.

If it had been anyone else, he might not have cared. But Clea was his fiancée in name. Even if she did not mind, being caught by her still made him feel somewhat guilty.

"I think so too." Clea rolled her eyes. "If I hadn't come, you probably would've stripped Hermione already."

Cold sweat appeared on Aaron's forehead, while Hermione's cheeks turned bright red.

They had not noticed earlier, but now that they had come back to their senses, Hermione realized her clothes were indeed rather disheveled.

"It was instinct. It really was instinct," Aaron explained with an awkward laugh.

"And you're still saying it."

Hermione glared at him before looking at Clea apologetically.

She seemed even prettier than last year. To strangers, she was like an elegant princess who made others