Saying this, she seemed to think of something amusing and laughed out loud.
"Ha... I might as well consider finding a man to be my sugar daddy. After all, a lover like me, not only would I disrupt someone else's relationship, but I'd also have to worry about my patron's emotions and happy family. That's rare... Travis Miller!"
Abigail Hemsworth suddenly called out in a serious tone, and Travis Miller, who had been massaging her feverish ear, suddenly bit it.
The hand with a cool temperature quietly slipped under the hem of her dress.
Her nerves instantly tightened, and she reached back with one hand, grabbing his hand.
More precisely, it was his thumb.
She stopped his movement, just like she always did.
Those hands were tender, soft, and small; she couldn't grasp his wrist with one hand, always leaving a gap of a few centimeters, a posture that he could easily shake off.
So, she either grabbed his wrist with both hands or held his thumb with one hand most of the time.
