NovelEnglishFrank composed himself and applied more essence on his palm as he slowly and gently massaged it over Noel's back.
"Ah..." She frowned and gasped—the bruise on her back was larger than the rest, and Frank had accidentally touched a part that hurt.
"Bear with it. It'll be over soon," Frank said, directing liquid vigor to his fingers to clear the bruises.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn seconds, Noel gave in and moaned in a way that would lead thoughts astray.
All her pain was gone, replaced by a gentle warmth that comforted her exceedingly.
"Darling, | have a favor to ask." A familiar voice could suddenly be heard from the door, and none other than Vicky Turnbull herself strode in.
Frank and Noel both looked up at the stime, while Vicky trailed off.
The staring lasted for a moment between the trio, before the air around Vicky seemed to flare. She glared at Frank and Noel hostilely as she snapped, "What are you doing?!" Forget a man and a woman being alone in a room—the woman only had her underwear on as she lifted her shirt, while the man was rubbing all over her back.
What else could it be about?! "Ahem. Just, calm down, Vicky," Frank quickly said. "Noel had sbruises over her skin, so I'm treating her." Even as he explained, he felt exceedingly guilty—even he would misunderstand seeing this.
"Treating her? What treatment is this?" Vicky scowled as she studied both of them head to toe, jealousy showing on her face. "A naked treatment up close and personal? And look at you, not letting her go even now!" "Oh." Frank realized that it was certainly the case—his a. were placed squarely on Noel's silky smooth back! He promptly lifted his hands while he groaned under his breath. He thought he was doing something bright and honest for the sake of Noel's endorsement and sharing the workload Vicky and Helen had, only for Vicky's interrogation to leave him with gnawing guilt as if he had really messed up.
"Ahem, darling." Vicky was suddenly smiling as she walked up to Frank.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"W-What?" Frank asked, not arguing about being called darling for once.
"Oh, take a look at me! I'm burning up!" Vicky moaned, clasping a hand over her forehead and looking utterly vulnerable.
"What? What's wrong?" Frank quickly put a palm on her head.
That was when Vicky sighed. "It's not just me... Helen's feeling sick too." Unable to tell what was wrong, Frank asked blankly, "What are you talking about?" "What am | talking about?!" Vicky stood akimbo as she snapped exasperatedly and sarcastically, "Hah! Can't you see that we're both suffering from an unfaithful husband? The way I see it, you should just change your nto Don Juan!" "Don Juan?" Frank raised a brow, smiling exasperatedly.
Honestly,Vicky was unhinged as ever—what was she even talking about? He was just helping Noel, not womanizing! "Ms. Turnbull, you're really misunderstanding here." Noel leapt to Frank's defense, seeing that even Don Juan was mentioned. "He's just testing the longevity essence that he'll be using at the farm resort."
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