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

massaged her for quite a while, until his

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

closed her eyes and

the first one who dares to treat me

his movements as he placed her on the bed were incredibly

at her sleeping face, his eyes softer than the moonlight outside. He used his strength to get onto the bed, turned off all the bright lights, leaving

in closer and could faintly hear her

dragonfly touching the water, held

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Chapter 213

logged 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 brought her

OUL.

from Sean:

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

Sean: [Heh.]

over, and the more he pondered, the stranger it seemed. [Did Gideon say

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 her, why not ask her

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

so she said she was going to sleep and

Lucy popped up and

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

beating around the bush. "Xanthe, who were

why?" Xanthe

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 host that

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 opulence,

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 into months and years, Jackson could only follow in Enrique's footsteps, picking up the small business opportunities that his

wealth accumulation, Jackson's situation could only be considered