Hancock, who had been listening quietly all along, immediately threw herself into Adams's broad embrace like a swallow returning to its nest after Granny Nyon left.
She raised her breathtakingly beautiful face, her autumn-water eyes brimming with deep affection, and asked in a slightly coquettish tone:
"Husband, if... if I were truly unfortunate enough to be captured, you would come save me no matter what, right?"
Adams shook his head without hesitation. He gently scraped the bridge of her delicate nose and replied decisively:
"That day will never come."
Seeing the fleeting disappointment in Hancock's eyes, he smiled and added,
"Because I will never let anyone have the chance to take you away from my side."
The first half of his words left Hancock somewhat upset, but the possessive protectiveness in the second half instantly filled her heart with joy. She smiled radiantly, putting even flowers to shame.
Unable to restrain herself, she rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Adams's neck, and gave him a lingering, passionate kiss.
Naturally, Adams eagerly reciprocated. His large hands also began to wander restlessly over Hancock's shapely back and slender waist.
Hancock's face soon flushed, her breathing grew rapid, and her eyes turned hazy as she melted blissfully into Adams's arms. The temperature between them rose sharply, and the intimate atmosphere reached its peak. They were just about to take that final step atop the throne...
"Pururururu—Pururururu—"
An ill-timed Den Den Mushi ring shattered the springlike mood filling the room. Adams paused, somewhat helplessly pushed away Hancock, whose eyes were nearly dripping with desire, and pulled out the endlessly ringing Den Den Mushi from his clothes.
Hancock let out a soft whimper and slumped beside the throne, glaring at the Den Den Mushi with seductive, resentful eyes. The grievance on her face