Hancock had always been a cold and proud woman.
Regarded by the world as the most beautiful woman alive, she held men in deep contempt.
So, in the eyes of others, Hancock's peerless beauty seemed more like an unreachable iceberg.
But in truth—
Once someone managed to melt Hancock's iceberg, her words, actions, and even her personality would undergo earth-shaking changes.
Just like now.
Hancock covered half her face with the bedsheet, yet she still couldn't hide her bashful, girlish demeanor. The contrast with her usual arrogance was so stark that it offered a remarkably novel sight.
Maud steadied himself and walked toward the bed.
What he didn't know was that every footstep he took struck Hancock's heart like the blow of a drumstick.
Hancock watched Maud approach one step at a time. Her heart raced, and the flush on her face had quietly spread to the corners of her eyes and even her forehead.
As an old saying from the East Blue went, love was like a storm—it came fast and suddenly.
Hancock, who had always treated men with utter disdain, had truly fallen in love.
Maud reached the bedside and looked closely at Hancock's flushed face.
That bashful expression on Hancock's exquisite, coolly beautiful features was enough to make most men fall hopelessly for her.
The contrast was simply too intense.
It was like seeing a cold, aloof woman who rejected all advances and kept strangers at arm's length suddenly turn into a soft, adorable girl who could be pushed over with the slightest touch.
Maud was briefly distracted, but he maintained an appropriate distance and asked calmly, "Hancock, how are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine..."
Hancock lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Looking at Hancock, who was utterly different from usual, Maud