The True Heiress's Return

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Hearing her slightly heavy breathing, Walter immediately slowed down his movements

expression. "Are you hurt?"

It's nothing. Shakira replied.

a hint of displeasure evident in his

Walter didn't listen to her explanations and without a word, pressed her down onto his lap, lifting her shirt from the back.

He caught a glimpse of her graceful waist, her delicate skin was so glaringly white that Walter squinted his eyes slightly. His eyes burned with intensity.

The coolness was felt around her waist as it was exposed. Without turning back, Shakira knew that Walter was inspecting her skin inch by inch.

She puffed up her cheeks in protest. "Why don't you believe me already told you I'm not hurt."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man's warm, strong hand gently pressed against her, Shakira wanted to keep being stubborn, but a soft, contented sigh escaped her lips involuntarily.

Walter's voice came from above, slightly hoarse. "You're not hurt, but you don't feel good either." As he spoke, his palm didn't stop moving, gently massaging the base of Shakira's spine that had been aching all day. She went along with what he said. "True, I'm a bit tired. I've been sitting all day without changing positions"

Shakira thought, I have to admit, the Walter-brand manual massager is exceptionally effective. Just a few presses, and it really brings a sense of relaxation and stretch-warm and comfortable.

"Here, here, and a bit lower-press a few more times." Shakira lay sprawled out without a care, completely unaware of the deep intensity simmering in the man's gaze behind her.

Walter said, "You should get up every forty minutes and move around for ten minutes to keep your muscles active. Looks like the saying A healer cannot heal themselves' holds true after all." Hearing the clear disdain in his voice, Shakira huffed but didn't retort. What he said was definitely true," she thought.

"Tll start paying attention from now

quite a while, until his wrists

a while. He gently lifted

enough, the woman had unknowingly closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep

who dares to treat me like a

were complaining, his movements as he

off all the bright lights, leaving only a dim yellow lamp on, and

closer and could faintly hear her soft,

gently like a dragonfly touching the water, held her close,

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Chapter 213

and Gideon in for more fun. With one person short, Xanthe happened to see her cousig Lucy online and brought her into the group. Perhaps having a stranger around made Sean stop bickering with Xanthe. After two

OUL.

as they logged off, Xanthe got a stream of voice messages from Sean: [What did you mean just now? Is that

through the message. We weren't partners in the

Sean: [Heh.]

it over, and the more he pondered, the stranger it seemed. [Did Gideon say he heard sounds from Shakira's side?

already out of bed applying a face mask. She smoothed the cool sheet mask over her face. When she glanced down and saw Sean's text,

(Shakira said it was just the TV. If you don't believe her, why

it, maybe we're just overthinking.] He definitely wasn't going to get himself

she said she was going to

out of nowhere, Lucy popped up and gave her a

as she picked up the call. "You

was super excited, beating around the bush. "Xanthe, who were those two we just played with?

why?" Xanthe

have spent at least a hundred thousand in the game! That's just too extravagant!" The astonished tone nearly leaped out of the phone.

going on? You called me just for this late at night? Hurry up and get some sleep. Aren't you about to have your finals? Be careful, or you might get in trouble if you don't do well." Lucy didn't expect Xanthe to be so secretive, so she ended the call feeling a bit let down. However, thinking about Sean's account, which was emblazoned

skills that Enrique had, always falling short in comparison. Over time, as the days turned into months and years, Jackson could only follow in Enrique's footsteps, picking up the small business opportunities

to Enrique's rapid wealth accumulation, Jackson's situation could only be considered a