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.

start paying attention from

curled into a slight smile. He diligently massaged her for quite a while, until his wrists began to feel a bit sore, at which point he slowly

while. He gently lifted her and

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

murmured softly, "You're the first one who dares to

movements as he placed

face, his eyes softer than the moonlight outside. He used his strength to get onto the bed, turned off all the bright lights, leaving only a dim yellow lamp on, and then wrapped her in his arms. Clearly exhausted, Shakira's lips parted slightly as she slipped into a

her soft, gentle breathing. 'She

dragonfly touching the water, held her close, and

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pulled Xanthe 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 rounds of game, the four of them

OUL.

voice messages from Sean: [What did you mean just now?

clear through the message. We weren't partners in the game, different

Sean: [Heh.]

more he pondered, the stranger it seemed. [Did Gideon say he heard sounds from Shakira's side? Was someone really there instead

her face. When

an excuse to dispel Sean's suspicions. (Shakira said it was just the TV. If you don't believe her, why not ask her

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

the conversation with him, so she said she was going

then, out of nowhere, Lucy popped up and gave

the call. "You don't still want to play,

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

why?" Xanthe asked,

of coins! He must have spent at least a hundred thousand in the game! That's just too extravagant!" The astonished tone nearly leaped out of the phone. Isn't the

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 with the words "wealthy" in bold

with Enrique, but he lacked the stamina and execution skills that Enrique had, always falling short in comparison. Over time, as the days turned into months and

to Enrique's rapid wealth accumulation, Jackson's situation