Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 163

"Hmm."

Filip raised a hand to rub his temples and hummed in a nasal voice.

He wasn't angry.

Starry took a bite of the strawberry, it was a little sour and she frowned slightly, but she kinda liked it.

She was eating strawberries while watching Filip .

It was strange that Filip didn't get angry and didn't leave with a cold face, but sat there patiently waiting for her massage.

But she has never been very fond of probing people, for Filip how the temper suddenly became better, Starry although curious, but also just curious.

She ate three strawberries and looked at the time, "Don't you eat fruit?"

"No need."

Filip leaned back on the couch and watched as Starry took two cherries.

She eats slowly and delicately, the way old Mrs. Pearson would say a lady of the house would eat.

Filip had never noticed before, but only occasionally caught her eye and thought she was not as big a eater as Lilly.

It's pretty good looking.

But with a face like that, even if you eat like Lilly, it won't be hard to see where.

Realizing that he was actually thinking about this, Filip had a few rare moments of unnaturalness.

He closed his eyes, and Starry on the side also closed his momentum.

She had almost finished eating, got up and went into the bathroom and rinsed her hands, came out and drew two paper towels to wipe the water stains on her hands.

After doing this, Starry just looked at him, "Okay."

She said, pulling aside a pillow and placing it in front of her.

Yesterday Filip was also pillowed on that pillow, the pillow rested on her thighs, so to speak, he was pillowed on her thighs across the pillow.

This seems a bit ambiguous, however Starry is as calm as ever and that bit of ambiguity is broken up.

Filip's migraine is not a complete lie to Starry, he does have migraines, but not recently.

Starry people look slender, massage movements force but just right.

Dillon used to like to go to the club to get a massage, the club is a proper club, but he does not like to be touched by others themselves, not to mention what relaxing and comfortable to press.

Instead of wasting more than two hours going to a club to get a massage, he could have spent two hours at home to empty himself.

Now he has some understanding of Dillon, the massage is indeed quite relaxing, the comfort of being rubbed out of the soreness and swelling after receding, one at a time, over and over again, so that people have a kind of peace of mind that wants to sleep.

This time Filip did not fall asleep, Starry held the pillow: "You can lie down a little longer, rest a little, so that the effect will be better."

Filip gave her a look, didn't say anything, but the person didn't get up from the couch either, apparently acquiescing to her words.

Starry's hands were a little sore, and she broke her fingers and kneaded them one by one.

Filip was about to close his eyes when he saw her movement and frowned lightly, "Do you need my help?"

Starry didn't expect him to still have his eyes open: "Just close your eyes and let go for a while."

What kind of rest is lying down with your eyes open?

Filip did not speak again, he slowly closed his eyes.

The villa is quiet inside, Starry does not speak, he only hears the occasional wind blowing the curtains.

Starry rubbed his fingers for a while and looked at the time, almost ten minutes had passed.

She then picked up her glass and got up, went to the small bar, refilled two more cups of warm water, walked over and put one on the coffee table in front of Filip.

At the sound of her footsteps, Filip opened his eyes and sat up from the couch.

Seeing the warm water refilled at his heels, he reached for it and drank half a glass: "Thanks."

He said, he paused: "Frances has been talking about you for a while, if you are not busy, I hope you can come to the Pearson residence to see her."

"Good."

Starry put down the cup and looked at the time, "It's late, go back to rest early, early rest is also good for migraine."