Chapter 65

Damn. Maybe she’d moved too naturally and skillfully? She couldn’t afford to blow her cover.

Her instincts to protect her body had taken over, causing her to overlook the vital need to maintain her disguise.

She couldn’t just sit back and take it, but exposing her identity wasn’t an option either.

She was stuck between choices, and it was a frustrating situation.

But Daisy wasn’t ashamed. Her strategy was the exact opposite of what a typical spy would do. Most would seduce their way in and use their bodies to extract information. But Daisy was doing everything she could to avoid sleeping with him, and then get the hell out.

There was no need to feel flustered or guilty. If anything, this was when she had to push harder, act bolder, and punch straight through.

“I told you already. The back alleys are a jungle.”

Daisy locked eyes with him and spoke clearly, each word precise.

“When you’re sleeping on the pavement, anything can happen. One second, a stray dog’s licking your cheek. The next, it’s tearing your face off. That’s life on the streets.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

“Yes. You don’t even know where your next meal’s coming from, and you’re talking about training? That’s a luxury. Where I come from, surviving itself is the fight.”

“How unsettling. My lovely wife sounds an awful lot like one of those revolutionary rats… You’d best watch what you say around me.”

“…”

The low, menacing warning echoed in Daisy’s ears, prompting her to swallow hard.

“Revolutions, the fall of monarchies, a ‘new world’… those who mislead people with such baseless rhetoric are among the kinds I detest most.”

A shiver ran down her spine. But showing fear now would only only give him the upper hand. He was just an overly suspicious and arrogant soldier trying to intimidate her. She had to keep her composure.

‘Alright then. Time to flip the script.’

The last time she ransacked his belongings, bluffing had worked on him. Despite the lump in her throat, Daisy cleared it and spoke up, voice steady.

“I want a divorce.”

“What nonsense is this, all of a sudden?”

“Because I feel disgusted.”

Her sudden declaration of wanting a divorce drew a mirthless laugh from him.

“Now you’ve gone as far as calling me a spy. I know this was an arranged marriage and we didn’t even see each other’s faces beforehand, but this is absurd. Are you accusing me of something?”

“No, I don’t bother with accusations. I just shoot. Cuts out the hassle.”

“…”

“If you were even slightly less beautiful, your head would’ve already been blown clean off.”

The chill in his voice made Daisy’s shoulders involuntarily tense.

“And divorce? Don’t even joke about something like that.”

Maxim brushed off the comment easily, but he couldn’t completely hide the disappointment in his voice.

She meant it, though. Maxim just thought she was lashing out in a fit of anger.

Okay, so perhaps blurting it out like that had been too much.

She would just have to wait until she had a better excuse to bring it up again.

“I’m the victim here. God knows what you did to me while I was asleep—”

“Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. You weren’t actually asleep to begin with.”

“Excuse me? What are you saying…?”

“You really thought closing your eyes and simply lying there would fool me?”

“…”

“How naive. That’s like a child covering their head in a game of hide and seek, thinking that makes them invisible.”

So he knew she was awake the whole time. Which meant his vulgar behavior was completely deliberate.

The smug smirk on his face made a surge of humiliation and fury boil up inside her.

“And this is why I can’t ever let my guard down. I worry you’ll go running after the next person who feeds you. Can’t even risk letting you out of my sight.”

Now he was treating her like some kind of spoiled pet.

“Speaking of which, Izzy. You’re the reason I had to stop midway and lost my appetite.”

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.

“So, do you mind if I lick it off?”

Without batting an eye, he spewed complete nonsense.

His gaze remained locked on the spot where the whipped cream had smeared across her chest.

It was such an audacious remark that it was hard to believe he even said it.

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright, then.”

With a calm nonchalance, he pressed his thumb against the spot, wiping the cream off her nipple, and then popped his thumb into his mouth, sucking it clean.

Daisy’s expression darkened instantly.

“I think I felt something small, like a pebble, under my thumb just now.”

“…”

“Are you not wearing any underwear?”

…This fucker.

It felt like the last shred of patience she had finally snapped.

While Daisy’s face turned an ashen gray, Maxim remained completely unfazed.

“Good. For someone with poor digestion, it’s best to wear as little as possible.”