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

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

Shakira hadn't spoken for a while. He gently lifted her and positioned her on top

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

softly, "You're the first one who dares

complaining, his movements as he placed her on the

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

leaned in closer and could faintly hear her soft, gentle breathing.

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

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Chapter 213

person short, Xanthe happened to see her cousig Lucy

OUL.

a stream of voice messages from Sean:

weren't partners in the game, different issues don't

Sean: [Heh.]

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

of bed 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

She quickly made an excuse to dispel Sean's suspicions. (Shakira said it was just the TV. If you don't believe

just overthinking.] He definitely wasn't

so she said she was going to sleep and logged

nowhere, Lucy popped

the call. "You don't still want

super excited, beating around the bush. "Xanthe, who were

why?" Xanthe

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

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 opulence, Lucy couldn't fall asleep no matter how

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 years,

situation could only be considered a modest middle-class