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 you destress if you

eyes flickered, and she felt her heart skip a

I don't think I'll be massaging myself. If both of us ever have our hands full at the same time, one of us ought to take some time off. Otherwise, who's going to take care of the kids?" Lucian added. In other words, he was suggesting Roxanne massage him the next

the both of them

even starting to feel it wasn't too late for Lucian to care for

going through her own mind, she snapped back to her senses, and she instinctively moved her body a little. However, she couldn't bear to move away because she had been overwhelmed by

a moment of hesitation, Roxanne remained sitting still. "Some other day perhaps?

her hesitation. As he was wondering what she was thinking,

held his wrist and said coyly,

his wrist. It's obvious that she was rejecting me

could only see the back of her fair neck, he felt a lump forming