Chapter 5

“Are you done staring?” Yara could not help snapping at Frank, certainly able to see that he was staring fixedly at Vicky.

Even if Frank proved his martial arts prowess, she suspected that he was taking advantage of Vicky, claiming that undressing her was for treatment.

Frank smiled, showing no sign of embarrassment as he said earnestly, “I couldn’t help staring just then. Ms. Turnbull is just that mesmerizing.”

“Haha.” Vicky laughed. “Honest, aren’t you?”

She was actually surprised that Frank would admit to it so boldly, unlike self-proclaimed gentlemen who would never admit to their actions.

Suddenly flashing a vague smile at Frank, she added, “You can look as much as you want if you heal me.”

“You don’t have to. Beautiful things are unforgettable from the very first gaze,” Frank said, shaking his head.

Taking out a needle, his fingers brushed over the smooth skin on her chest, feeling a cool sensation just then.

Vicky gasped and shuddered as he inserted the needle just above her nape.

Then, he took out another needle, brushing past her belly and inserting it beneath her navel.

This continued over the next thirty or so needles, each leaving Vicky reeling with agony.

Her fingers clenched on the sheets as she sweated bullets over her forehead, her chest heaving as her breathing turned ragged.

Frank certainly noticed that through the corner of his eye.

Even though he was married to Helen for three years and lived together, they never consummated.

Moreover, he was in his prime, so he could not help being restless seeing such a ravishing beauty lying naked before him.

Biting his tongue, he dispelled those thoughts with the pain and kept working.

Beside them, Yara kept wiping Vicky’s sweat with a towel.

After a long while, Vicky finally asked through gritted teeth, “How much longer?”

the last

was finally going to be over. “In that case,

measure the distance to a spot beneath

of place, Vicky quickly

inches beneath

cheeks flushing just then. Five inches beneath the navel, was that not…?!

the teachings of multiple cultures, she was conservative in nature—if anything, she was at her limit when

was certainly embarrassed that a needle would

Frank did not care—he had seen everything, so there was nothing out

the needle before Vicky realized it, and she felt a burst of agony extending across her body.

and stopped herself from making a sound.

endurance—it would hurt when one’s Ki was broken

herself with worry, seeing her face contorting. “Are

vapors as the pain faded.

a decade had been lost, she felt like all her veins were

Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker, she would have no trouble regaining her peak form in a

raised her hands, exclaiming excitedly, “Do you feel better, Ms.

her eyes

take back control

turned toward Frank. “Your abilities as a healer are extraordinary, Mr. Lawrence.”

at your

“Actually… Do you mind leaving the

remembered that Vicky was still naked, and he had no reason to stay now that

left, heading to

a while, were delighted to see him.

Turnbull?” Trevor quickly asked.

fine now,”

asked in disbelief.

downstairs after changing into fresh

longer bedridden, Walter’s eyes went red, and he promptly

recovered, Vicky… Thank goodness!” he cried. “This is

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