On the way back, Cassian carried himself like an overlord surveying his domain.
Wherever he walked, the Celestial Dragons scattered at the mere sight of him, fear etched deep into their faces.
In contrast, the slaves lowered their heads one after another, their eyes filled with gratitude and reverence.
From time to time, Cassian would pause, offering a harsh lesson to any arrogant Celestial Dragon foolish enough to cross his path.
By the time he was done, the sky had already darkened.
It was time to head back.
“How was your day?” Cassian asked casually, taking a bite of his ice cream as he glanced at Hancock.
“Boring.”
Even as she said it, a faint smile lingered at the corner of her lips, betraying her true feelings.
“Want to continue tomorrow?”
“Do whatever you want.”
Koala lifted her empty cup and yawned, her eyes half-closed.
“Brother Cassian, I’m sleepy.”
“Alright, time to go home and sleep.”
Cassian scooped Koala up into his arms, then reached out and took Hancock’s hand as they walked toward the mansion together.
Gunko and Lilian followed quietly behind them, watching the scene unfold.
For a brief moment, both of them felt that this so-called mission was not as unbearable as they had once thought.
Only after Cassian’s figure completely disappeared did the Celestial Dragons hiding in the shadows dare to poke their heads out.
Fear still lingered heavily in their expressions.
“He’s back… our lives are going to be miserable again.”
“Better stay inside from now on.”
“We absolutely cannot provoke him.”
Cassian’s return was like a massive stone crashing into the calm waters of Mary Geoise, sending waves spreading in every direction.
Meanwhile, Cassian had already returned to his luxurious residence.
He gently coaxed Koala to sleep, tucking her in carefully before stepping out of the room as quietly as possible.
Tonight, he still had something important to handle.
He intended to strike while the moment was right and completely win over his little maid.
Cassian walked to Hancock’s room and pushed the door open without a sound.
She had just finished bathing.
Her long hair was still slightly damp, carrying a faint fragrance from the bath.
She wore a thin nightgown that barely concealed her graceful figure.
When she saw Cassian enter, her expression tightened with a trace of nervousness.
“Aren’t you going to rest?
What are you doing here?”
Cassian let out a low chuckle.
“I’m here to warm the bed for my Hancock.”
Her face flushed instantly.
Cassian shrugged deliberately.
“If you don’t need it, then I’ll go warm the beds for Lily and Sophie.”
He turned as if he truly intended to leave.
Before he could take a step, Hancock grabbed his hand, her expression irritated.
“You’re not allowed to go.
And you’re definitely not allowed to warm their beds.”
Cassian took advantage of the moment, pulling her into his arms and wrapping an arm around her waist.
He leaned in and pressed a light kiss against her lips, a faint smile forming.
“My little maid is jealous again.”
“I’m just teasing you.
With how beautiful you are, if I’m warming a bed, it’s going to be yours.”
Hancock’s cheeks burned red, but she didn’t argue further.
Seeing her like this, the playful thoughts in Cassian’s mind faded away.
He drew her closer, resting his chin gently on top of her head.
His voice softened.
“Little fool, what are you thinking so much for?”
“You’re different from them.”
Her body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
She clutched his clothes tightly, burying her face against his chest.
“They… they’re all so good to you.”
“And I’m not as gentle as they are.”
Cassian ran his fingers through her hair.
“They’re maids.
That’s their job.”
“But you’re not the same.”
“You’re the one I love.”
Hancock lifted her head, her eyes searching his face.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Cassian lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, then the tip of her nose, before finally returning to her lips.
“Still don’t believe me?
I’ll prove it.”
This time, the kiss was no longer light or fleeting.
It carried a quiet intensity, a sense of possession mixed with care.
Hancock’s face turned even redder, her heartbeat quickening uncontrollably.
The doubts and jealousy that once lingered in her heart gradually melted away.
She responded instinctively, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Time seemed to blur.
When they finally parted, their foreheads rested together, their breathing uneven.
“Do you believe me now?” Cassian asked, his tone light but certain.
Hancock glared at him, though there was no real anger behind it.
Her face was completely flushed.
“Mm…”
Her voice was soft, almost inaudible.
Cassian smiled and took her hand.
“It’s late.
Let’s rest.”
This time, she didn’t resist.
He led her toward the bed, and she followed quietly.
“Cassian…”
Her voice carried a mix of hesitation and expectation.
He answered by pulling her closer, kissing her again, deeper this time, yet still careful and controlled.
His hand moved gently along her back, his touch warm as he slipped it into her.
Hancock closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, as she let out a moan.
Morning light filtered through the curtains.
Cassian slowly opened his eyes.
Hancock lay beside him, her expression calm and content.
Her long lashes rested softly against her cheeks, her breathing even.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Hancock stirred slightly, sensing his presence.
Her eyes fluttered open, only to immediately shut again as her cheeks flushed.
She shifted closer, hiding in his arms like a shy cat.
“Awake?” Cassian asked with a faint smile.
“Mm…”
Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of laziness.
It no longer held the arrogance it once did.
Instead, there was a quiet intimacy to it now.
“How do you feel?”
“Don’t say it.”
She lightly punched him, her face turning even redder.
Cassian chuckled but didn’t tease her further.
He simply held her closer, enjoying the warmth in his arms.
He understood clearly.