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.

obediently, "Tll start paying

a while, until his wrists

was then he realized that Shakira hadn't spoken for a while. He

enough, the woman had unknowingly closed her eyes

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

his words were complaining, his movements as he placed her on the bed

the bed, turned off all the bright lights, leaving only a dim

her

her lips gently like a dragonfly touching the

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off, Sean wasn't done chatting and pulled Xanthe and Gideon in for more fun. With one person short, Xanthe happened to see her cousig Lucy online and

OUL.

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

message. We weren't partners in the

Sean: [Heh.]

Gideon say he heard sounds from Shakira's side? Was someone really

the cool sheet mask over her face. When she glanced down

it was just the TV. If you don't believe her,

He definitely wasn't going to

be bothered to continue the conversation with him, so she said she was going

nowhere, Lucy popped up and gave her

"You don't still want to play, do

the bush. "Xanthe, who were those two we

Xanthe asked,

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

much attention to that, finding Lucy's focus strange. "Hey, Lucy, what's 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 with the words "wealthy" in bold letters and radiated a strong air of

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

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