What chilled her to the bone even more was that
This scoundrel in front of me has something on me; who knows what dirty demands he might make?
What if he forces her to sleep with him, using her body to secure her safety...?
The thought of that potential humiliation filled her with panic and fear.
But having lived a life of constant danger, the woman suppressed her panic and asked him, "What do you want?"
At this moment, she had already prepared for the worst. If the other party dared to make such a lewd request, she would risk being caught and stab him on the spot rather than suffer such humiliation.
Draco could tell what she was thinking at a glance.
Just as the woman's whole body tensed up, Draco's hand, which was on her waist, suddenly slid down to her buttocks and gave them a squeeze, causing the woman's body to tense up even more.
"Miss Thief, all I wanted was your thanks and apology. Are you getting the wrong idea?" Draco asked.
This sudden touch, coupled with the teasing words, ignited all the anger the woman had just suppressed.
One second she was worried that the other party would use leverage against her to force her into dirty deals, and the next second she was being blatantly taken advantage of. Not only that, but she was also accused of having impure thoughts.
She was trembling with anger.
You—you scoundrel!
"Now, aren't you going to do as I say?"
Draco softened her touch, and the woman stiffened, her body going limp. This flirtatious gesture filled her with shame and indignation.
"... Thank you for stopping me from falling," the woman said through gritted teeth, her voice filled with humiliation. "... I'm sorry I repaid your kindness with enmity."
The voice was cold and harsh.
"Where's the stuff?" Draco released her.
The woman relaxed completely, and had no choice but to take out the dazzling Star of the Ocean from her handbag and shove it into his hand.
Draco weighed the gem in his hand, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"That's right. From now on, you'll know who you can mess with and who you can't." Draco smirked.
The woman didn't reply; she just clenched her fists tightly.
Draco left, Trillian, unable to swallow her anger, clenched her fists and followed him, harboring thoughts of revenge. She wanted to find out where Draco went before looking for an opportunity to strike.
But as soon as she turned the corner, the figure disappeared.
She felt a surge of anxiety and looked around anxiously.
Suddenly a foot stretched out from the side.
"Ah--" The woman didn't have time to react, lost her balance, staggered forward, and fell down.
Just when she thought she was about to fall hard to the ground, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her into an embrace.
The familiar pressure pressed against her again. The woman was still in shock when, a second later, her buttocks tightened once more as Draco's hand once again brazenly covered them, gently lifting them.
A second time.
A surge of embarrassment and anger at being mocked welled up inside the woman.
You—you bastard!
"I saved you again, and you start cursing at me again. You women are so hard to please."
These words ignited all the woman's pent-up anger, and she struggled fiercely in Draco's arms. "Stop pretending! You were the one who deliberately tripped me, you bastard!"
"I was just standing here with my foot out; you were the one who hurriedly stepped on top of me. How can you blame me for that?"
The woman was speechless, choked by these words.
The other party is so shameless, taking advantage of her in every way, deliberately doing bad things, one after another, she simply can't fight them now.
She immediately wanted to escape, forcefully shoving Draco away and taking several steps back, her eyes filled with disgust and wariness.
Without saying another word, she quickly left, wanting to get as far away from this bastard as possible. She had only one thought in her mind: she never wanted to have anything to do with this person again; he was too terrifying.
"Don't even think about secretly following me anymore, Miss Thief." Before she'd taken far, a mocking voice came from behind.
The woman quickened her pace and left.
After the woman left, Draco found a secluded corner on the cruise ship, removed all his disguises, and carefully cleaned himself of the casino smell.
Having done everything, Draco moved in a flash, appearing behind Hermione in the guest room study, where she was quietly reading. He stretched out his arm and gently and naturally pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. "I'm back."
"You're back, so just stay quiet. Why did you suddenly hug me and disturb my reading?" Hermione scolded playfully, as he had interrupted her engrossed reading.
"Of course I miss you."
"Really?" Hermione closed the book, turned her head to scrutinize him, and said, "There are so many pretty girls out there, why do you remember me?"
"Of course! How can any of those obsequious, heavily made-up women outside compare to even a fraction of our Hermione?"
After saying that Draco rubbed his nose against her face.
Come here, give me a kiss.
"You're already acting all unruly after just getting back from outside." Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly as she feigned disdain.
Seeing her body language so honest, Draco couldn't help but laugh, and lowered his head to gently cover Hermione's soft lips.
"Mmm." Hermione's body stiffened slightly, her fingers tightened, her eyes softened, and she obediently responded to his kiss.
A moment later, Draco slowly stepped back. Hermione, her eyes lowered, cheeks flushed, and breath caught in her throat. She shyly punched his shoulder and said, "You only know how to ask for a kiss as soon as you get back."
Although her words were reproachful, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.
"Wife, look what good things I brought back for you," Draco said, loosening his grip on her arm.
As he spoke, he took out the dazzling Heart of the Heart of the Ocean blue diamond necklace from his inner pocket. The light shone on the diamond, and the clear, bright blue light rippled out in layers, shimmering and sparkling.
Hearing the sound, Hermione looked up, then paused, her pupils constricting, the shyness fading from her face, replaced by surprise.
"Where did you get such a valuable piece of jewelry?" Hermione stared intently at the clear, deep blue gem.
As she spoke, she brought the necklace closer to examine it, then frowned. "You took a huge risk at the casino?"
"Wife, you're so clever, but I didn't take any huge risks. I can cheat with magic, and besides..."
Before he could finish speaking, Hermione immediately pinched his arm lightly and complained irritably, "I knew you couldn't behave yourself outside. Using magic to cheat and gamble in casinos, it's really outrageous if word gets out."
"I just thought you liked it, and I'm capable, so I figured I might as well take a gamble and win."
"You always have the most twisted logic, and you always rely on magic to do whatever you want. What if someone notices something's wrong and you get into unnecessary trouble?" Hermione's tone softened as she reminded her.