Enna Clark originally just casually helped him press a bit, not expecting him to like it so much.
She simply helped him press for a while longer, not only around his temples but also massaged his head and shoulder pressure points.
This set of massage techniques she learned during those years abroad.
She and Bobby rented an attic from a local elderly couple at the ti. They were very nice and often helped her take care of Bobby.
To reciprocate, she learned this set of massage techniques while working part-ti and occasionally helped the couple with massages.
It’s been so long, she hadn’t used this massage technique in a while, and so pressure points were not quite accurate. After helping him press this ti, her techniques were less rusty...
By the ti she finished the set, Baron Lawrence’s hair was already dry.
Enna Clark pressed until her hands were sore, then quietly let go, rotated her sore wrist, and thought to rest.
Just as she withdrew her hands, the man who had been closing his eyes as if asleep suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was clear and bright, not looking the least bit asleep.
"You didn’t fall asleep?" Enna Clark was a bit frustrated.
Previously, when she helped Grandma Panda with massages, she often put her to sleep. This ti she massaged Baron Lawrence for so long, and he didn’t fall asleep. It seed her technique had beco too rusty.
Baron Lawrence caught her frustrated expression entirely, his thin lips moved slightly, "Almost."
"I thought you were asleep. Looks like my skills are too poor..."
"It’s nothing to do with your massage skills. You know I don’t sleep well; I’m not easily put to sleep. If it were that easy, the sleeping pills Adam Sinclair prescribed wouldn’t have had no effect on . Your technique is good enough; if you had pressed a little longer, I might have really fallen asleep."
Despite knowing he was mostly comforting her, Enna Clark felt better and smiled gently, "Alright, next ti I’ll press you a bit longer. This ti, it’s mainly because I haven’t helped soone with a massage for so long, my hand got sore."
Baron Lawrence’s eyes were deep, but within that depth was a softness so overwhelming it could drown a person, "Okay."
At that mont, Scott Harris ’finally’ finished preparing two cups of honey water, seized the opportunity to bring them out, and placed them on the coffee table.
"Lord, Young Madam, have so water and take a break."
"Thank you, Mr. Harris."
Scott Harris hurriedly waved his hands, "Young Madam is too polite. It’s what I should do."
After finishing, he very perceptively said, "Lord, Young Madam, it’s already late. I won’t disturb you and will head back to my room. If you need anything, Young Madam, just call , and I’ll be right out."
"Mm, nothing much, Mr. Harris has also been busy all day, rest early."
Scott Harris respectfully bowed to her, then to the proud man on the sofa, and returned to his room...
In the blink of an eye, only the two of them were left in the living room again.
Enna Clark glanced at the quartz clock on the wall; it really was late. She turned to the man in front of her and said, "Baron Lawrence, it’s about ti. I’ll go take a shower, let’s go to bed early. I still want to hold a video eting tomorrow morning."
"Mm."
The man on the sofa stood up, picked up the honey water, took a sip, and put down the cup. Before stretching his long legs to walk back to the room with her, he suddenly said, "I have a business trip tomorrow."
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