# **Chapter 7: The Trouble She Brings**
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"Don't you dare touch that tray, Hana."
"I'm just adjusting the centerpiece!"
"You're not on the organizing committee."
"I *am* on the bored-out-of-my-mind committee."
Sher closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as Hana spun around, adjusting the floral decor on the glossy marble table like she was redecorating for chaos.
Tonight was a **formal event** — a black-tie gala hosted by the Wolter family for global alliance leaders in the 22nd century. The mansion gleamed in soft gold lighting, swarmed with elite diplomats, CEOs, and robotic security disguised as crystal pillars.
Sher looked like a god of order — all in black, from tailored blazer to onyx cufflinks. He was sharp, silent, and revered.
Hana?
She wore a glittering emerald gown that hugged her figure *just* enough to start whispers across the room — and moved like the storm she was.
Of course she was stirring trouble.
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"So, your wife…" a dignitary whispered to Sher, eyeing Hana from across the room.
"Yes?" Sher asked without looking up.
"She just... poked the Prime Minister's wife in the stomach and said, 'Is that real or nano-padding?'"
Sher sighed. "Of course she did."
"And now she's juggling dessert plates with three junior delegates from Mars."
"I'm aware."
"And one of the AI waiters is... following her around."
"She probably hacked it."
The man gave him a wary glance. "Do you—do you want me to remove her?"
Sher looked up slowly, ice in his voice.
"Touch my wife and I'll remove your *existence.*"
The man practically fled.
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Meanwhile, Hana was proudly showing a group of young Martian scholars how to balance three chocolate cubes on their noses like dolphins.
"Hana," Sher said, stepping beside her, voice smooth like thunder just before it breaks.
She didn't turn. "I'm teaching the youth of the galaxy valuable motor skills. Respect the curriculum."
"You've created a political incident. Again."
"The only incident here is the bland fruit salad."
"You asked a senator's wife if her smile was *legally purchased.*"
"Well, it *was* suspiciously symmetrical!"
Sher took a slow breath.
The Martian teens giggled and whispered behind her.
"Hana," he said lower, leaning in. "Everyone is staring at you."
She turned to him, unfazed. "Good. I wore this dress to be stared at."
"You're impossible."
"And you're *obsessed.*"
He didn't deny it.
Instead, he tilted his head slightly. "You're having fun."
"Obviously."
"You're embarrassing me."
She smiled like a devil. "Then I'm succeeding."
He stared at her for a long beat, then...
He laughed.
Sher. Wolter. Laughed.
Just once. Low. Real.
And the room paused for a second.
People turned.
Because the heir of the Wolter dynasty never laughed in public.
But here he was, standing beside his chaos-crowned wife, shaking his head in silent defeat as she grinned like she ruled the planet.
"Come with me," he said suddenly.
"Where?"
He took her hand.
"No more questions."
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He pulled her into a back hallway — soft lights, away from the crowd. No security. No voices. Just them.
Sher turned, cornering her gently against the wall.
Hana blinked. "What—what are you doing?"
His voice dropped to a whisper. "I need a moment. Without the world. Without your circus tricks."
She softened.
"You're beautiful tonight," he murmured.
Her eyes widened.
"You rarely say things like that."
"I rarely trust myself to."
He traced a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her jaw.
"You make me reckless," he whispered. "You make me *feel*."
Hana felt heat rise up her neck.
"You're being... romantic," she teased, voice barely steady.
"I hate it."
"You liar."
"Only for you."
And then he kissed her.
Not rushed.
Not dominant.
Just... gentle.
Like she was made of fire and he wanted to get burned slowly.
When he pulled away, she was speechless.
Finally, she whispered, "That was... illegal."
"I'll commit it again."
"I'll report you."
"To who? Your jealous AI pet?"
They both laughed.
And for a second, the gala and its scandals and its politics vanished. There was no heir and no troublemaker.
Just Sher and Hana.
His dominant silence.
Her wild spark.
And the strange, magnetic chaos they created together.
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