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 now

slight smile. He diligently massaged her for quite a while, until his wrists began

for a while. He gently lifted her and positioned her on top of

closed her eyes

"You're the first one who dares to treat me like a free

his words were complaining, his movements as he placed her

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

hear her soft, gentle breathing. 'She

like a dragonfly touching the water, held her close, and they

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chatting and 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

OUL.

Xanthe got a stream of voice messages from Sean: [What did you mean just now?

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

Sean: [Heh.]

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

applying a face mask. She smoothed the cool sheet mask over her face. When she glanced down and saw Sean's text, she was so startled she gave a little

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

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

she said she

then, out of nowhere, Lucy popped

the call. "You don't still want

bush. "Xanthe, who were those two we just played with?

Xanthe asked,

of his account slans are maxed out! Plus, he has a ton 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

might get in trouble if you don't do well." Lucy didn't

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

Jackson's situation could only be considered a modest middle-class