James looked down at her, chuckled lightly, and then bent over to hug her. He let her lie prone on his lap and massaged her waist.
The strength was just right, and her sore waist felt hot and very comfortable.
But she was face down and couldn't see his posture, which made Angela habitually uneasy. She put her hands on the sofa, trying to get up.
"Don't move." James tapped her hip, and then pressed her down again.
He didn't have much force to pat her hip, but her perception at that moment was extremely sensitive. The place he touched seemed to be sprinkled with fire, which began to spread to the limbs and was astonishingly hot.
Angela's head seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it went blank for an instant. Her body was also stiff, and it took a long time to react.
"My waist doesn't hurt, so let me down." Angela's tongue became hard, and it was a little difficult to speak.
James still pressed her waist slowly, "Doesn't it hurt?" Continue tonight?
Angela was speechless.
"I've seen you, touched you and fucked you. Are you shy about being pressed on the waist? "James's gaze fell on her exquisite figure. His throat was slightly dry, and he forced himself to look away.
Angela's lips pressed tightly, and she frowned slightly.
After a man had sex, he would talk... Like this?
James's strength was moderate, and the soreness of her waist had alleviated a lot. Angela simply lay on the sofa and cooperated with his massage.
He massaged her waist for a while, and felt it was almost done. Then he moved his position to knead her legs. Angela was too embarrassed to tell him that her calves were not that uncomfortable, but the position above her knees was.
"Feeling better?" James asked.
Angela hummed. With her face down, her voice sounded a little muffled, "Much better."
As soon as the sound of her voice died away, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Go open the door." Angela got up from him and sat aside. She felt much better just lying prone. But when she moved, her body was still sore and uncomfortable.
James got up to open the door. But after seeing the person outside, he pursed his lips and closed the door.
“......Jessica?" The door closed so fast that Angela couldn't see it clearly.
There was a trace of disgust in H James's expression, and he hummed.
"Yesterday, Mr. Lewis and Danis apologized to win the goodwill of the public. Jessica should come here for the same purpose now. "Angela said, "Open the door."
James glanced at her and said, "With grandpa here, she doesn't dare to do anything. You don't have to wrong yourself."
"I can live comfortably without anybody's help." Angela walked slowly to the door and opened it.
At the door, Edward pushed an empty wheelchair, while Jessica was pale and knelt on the ground with tears. It was cold, but she was only wearing a thin hospital gown, like a small white flower swaying in the wind and rain.
Angela glanced around, but didn't see anyone like a reporter. However, Jessica had always been meticulous, and it was difficult to guarantee that no one was secretly taking pictures.
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