"Who said I like the sofa? I ant ’sit’ as in sitting down, not ’do it’ as in making love."
"If you don’t like the sofa, where do you prefer then?"
"I like..." She stopped mid-sentence, then snapped, "None of your business! Get out, I want to sleep!"
"I don’t have a habit of sleeping on sofas."
"I don’t care! Right now, I’m the client!"
"Since you put it that way..." Kris Cooper spread his hands. "Take it off. I don’t make a habit of letting clients wear my clothes."
Vera Wave glanced down at the bathrobe she was wearing and quickly clutched its lapels tightly.
"Give back my clothes first."
Kris Cooper stood up, walked to the corner of the room, and fished sothing out of the laundry hamper, dangling it in mid-air with one finger.
"This one?"
Seeing her own bra hooked on his finger, Vera’s face instantly burned red.
"Throw it here!"
Kris Cooper raised his hand and tossed the bra to her.
She hurriedly reached out to catch it. Seeing him still standing there, she fud.
"Get out."
"This is my ho."
"I’m your client."
"Are you saying you want my help?"
Vera’s chest heaved in exasperation. "Fine! I’ll sleep on the sofa, and you sleep on the bed. How about that?"
"I only have one blanket."
"You’re so damn poor!"
"That’s because a certain soone hasn’t paid back their debt!"
"This won’t work, that won’t work! Are you insisting on sleeping with ?"
"You’re the one who booked for the night, not the other way around."
"Alright, ’booked for the night,’ right? ’Service,’ right?!" Vera tossed her bra aside and flopped face-down in the middle of the large bed. "Co here and give a massage!"
He wanted to offer service, didn’t he? Today, she’d let him *really* serve her!
She wasn’t sure if it was due to fatigue these past few days, but her neck was incredibly stiff. This was the perfect opportunity to make him ’serve’ her.
He walked over and sat down beside her. Kris Cooper carefully brushed her long hair aside. His large, warm hands landed on her slender nape, kneading gently but firmly.
The warmth and perfectly applied pressure made Vera sigh in enjoynt.
"I wouldn’t have guessed your technique is quite professional, huh?"
"Have other guys massaged you before?"
"No, I always go to female therapists."
"Really? Never?"
"Of course not."
Why would she, a young girl, like being touched all over by n?
"Your resu says you took a year off before high school. Why was that?"
"Sothing ca up."
"What was it?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I’m your boss. I have the right to know about your educational background. What if you did sothing illegal back then?"
Vera, with her back still to him, pouted. "I was in a car accident back then and almost died, so I stayed ho to recover for a year. Is that a problem?"
A car accident? Then why did her dical records only show minor injuries? If it truly was a car accident, why was she taking dication for Depression? Was she lying, or was there sothing more to it?
"How did it happen?"
"I don’t know."
"You don’t know?"
"Dad said I damaged my brain in the crash and don’t rember anything from back then."
Kris Cooper’s heart skipped a beat. The pressure from his hands unconsciously increased, and she imdiately cried out.
"Damn it, Kris Cooper! Are you trying to massage to death?!"
Kris Cooper lifted his hands, his brow furrowed as he looked at the now drowsy Vera.
Could it be... she really lost her mory?! No wonder she looked at him like a stranger, as if he had never existed in her world. No wonder she hadn’t tried to find him again. So... that was why.
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