Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 310

"Alright, take me to Mr. Glovers," Felicia said, yawning and stretching lazily, wearing an exaggerated look of exhaustion.

On the way to the hot baths, one of the men carrying a pot of pitch-black liquid hesitated and asked, "Ms. Fuller, uh... this isn't for drinking, is it?"

She smirked. "Nope, it's for soaking his feet."

Felicia started listing the ingredients, explaining, "Mr. Glovers' leg issues come from cold invading his system. These herbs are top-notch for driving out that cold. But honestly, there's no point in explaining it all-you wouldn't understand anyway. Just wait and see." The two men exchanged a glance. They didn't know much about medicine, but one thing they did know-as long as that ominous-looking black water wasn't for drinking, they were fine with it.

Before long, they arrived at the hot bath.

Maurice was already there, waiting in the rising mist.

Felicia directed the men to pour the black liquid, along with the boiled herbs, into a smaller hot bath pool. Once it was ready, she gestured for Maurice to enter. As he slid into the steaming water, Felicia pulled out her needle kit and positioned herself at the edge of the pool. "Mr. Glovers, are you ready? I'm about to begin acupuncture. It might hurt a bit, so if it's too much, just say the word, and I'll stop."

Maurice's upper body was bare, his back facing Felicia. Amid the swirling steam, his calm voice sounded. "Go ahead."

"Alright."

One by one, they

sting, but it was bearable. He even had the presence of mind to ask, "What kind of acupuncture technique is this? My legs

meridians are all connected. Even though your legs

she spoke, several more needles flew from

two men standing

to take her down without hesitation if she made even the slightest suspicious movement-any attempt to

time. For half an hour, she moved methodically, inserting and removing needles with practiced

her tools. "We're done for today. We'll

at Maurice and added, "Try moving your

Maurice didn't respond immediately.

his features. But beneath the veil of steam, his eyes

time in years

bluffing-her

it had taken Felicia was a pot of herbal soak and