Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 295

A single pink line.

Not pregnant.

Nora let out a long, shuddering exhale, her tightly wound muscles instantly relaxing.

She quickly grabbed a few tissues, wrapped up the plastic wand, and tossed it into the trash can before looking back at her phone screen. "I... I just finished my shower. What about you?"

"I haven't showered yet. Care to join me, darling?"

"..."

Nora's ears burned crimson. She quickly scrambled to change the subject. "Oh, by the way, Grant Hamilton had a massive package delivered today. They just left it in the living room. It looked like some kind of massage chair, so I had the staff carry it up to your study."

A heavy silence fell over the line.

When Hudson finally spoke, his voice was laced with a subtle, dark undertone. "What kind of massage chair?"

"Just a really bizarre one."

Nora gestured with her hands before realizing he couldn't see her, forcing her to describe it instead. "It's black leather with an extremely high back. The armrests have all these adjustable knobs and metal stirrups, and there are leather bondage straps attached to it. The manual said something about securing your arms and legs—maybe to keep you from shifting around during the massage? Oh, and it has a remote control..."

She paused. "Grant said it was some state-of-the-art ergonomic massage chair meant to relieve stress."

"..."

Hudson took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Ergonomic?

That ridiculous contraption was clearly The Zenith Throne...

And it was undoubtedly the model equipped with high-speed remote vibrations.

"Is it actually a massage chair? Do you know how to use it?"

Hudson's Adam's apple bobbed. "Yeah. When I get back, I'll teach you exactly how to use it."

...

Meanwhile.

Deep inside Silas Lancaster's underground estate.

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