The Abandoned Wife

The two of them didn't continue talking after that, and Lucian had moved from massaging her temples to massaging her shoulders. When he was moving his hands, he either intentionally or accidentally brushed his thumbs across her neck.

Roxanne was caught off guard, and her body froze when she suddenly felt as though an electric current had coursed through her. In the next second, Lucian was already massaging her shoulders. "How are you feeling? Am I pressing too hard?" he asked softly. Roxanne turned around to meet Lucian's gentle gaze. She was startled, so she immediately retracted her eyes and nodded. "It's fine."

Little did she know Lucian wasn't planning to let go of her just yet. "I don't know which acupuncture point can help you relax. How about you teach me?"

As he was talking, he loosened his grips.

In a flash, the atmosphere became ambiguous.

Roxanne feigned calmness and cleared her throat. "Why would you want to know that? It's not like you can massage yourself."

"Well, I can help

her heart skip a beat

ought to take some time off. Otherwise, who's going to take care of the kids?" Lucian added. In other words, he was

Roxanne could imagine the both of them massaging each other in

fact, she was even starting to feel it wasn't

instinctively moved her body a little. However, she couldn't bear to move

hesitation, Roxanne remained sitting still. "Some other day

hesitation. As he was wondering what she was thinking, his grip loosened up

displeased, Roxanne held his wrist and said coyly,

wrist. It's obvious that she was rejecting me purely because she was tired. She's not

behind. Although he could only see the back