The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 5

“Are you done staring?” Yara could not help snapping at Frank, certainly able to see that he was staring fixedly at Vicky. 

Even if Frank proved his martial arts prowess, she suspected that he was taking advantage of Vicky, claiming that undressing her was for treatment. 

Frank smiled, showing no sign of embarrassment as he said earnestly, “I couldn’t help staring just then. Ms. Turnbull is just that mesmerizing.” 

“Haha.” Vicky laughed. “Honest, aren’t you?” 

She was actually surprised that Frank would admit to it so boldly, unlike self-proclaimed gentlemen who would never admit to their actions. 

Suddenly flashing a vague smile at Frank, she added, “You can look as much as you want if you heal me.” 

“You don’t have to. Beautiful things are unforgettable from the very first gaze,” Frank said, shaking his head. 

Taking out a needle, his fingers brushed over the smooth skin on her chest, feeling a cool sensation just then. 

Vicky gasped and shuddered as he inserted the needle just above her nape. 

Then, he took out another needle, brushing past her belly and inserting it beneath her navel. 

This continued over the next thirty or so needles, each leaving Vicky reeling with agony. 

Her fingers clenched on the sheets as she sweated bullets over her forehead, her chest heaving as her breathing turned ragged. 

Frank certainly noticed that through the corner of his eye. 

Even though he was married to Helen for three years and lived together, they never consummated. 

Moreover, he was in his prime, so he could not help being restless seeing such a ravishing beauty lying n*ked before him. 

Biting his tongue, he dispelled those thoughts with the pain and kept working. 

Beside them, Yara kept wiping Vicky’s sweat with a towel. 

After a long while, Vicky finally asked through gritted teeth, “How much longer?” 

“This is the last one.” 

Vicky breathed a sigh of relief—the pain was finally going to be over. “In that case, please hurry.” 

Frank nodded and used his fingers to measure the distance to a spot beneath her navel… 

Noticing that something was out of place, Vicky quickly asked, “Where will the last needle be inserted?” 

“Five inches beneath the navel.” 

Vicky froze, her fair cheeks flushing just then. Five inches beneath the navel, was that not…?! 

Though she had been educated with the teachings of multiple cultures, she was conservative in nature—if anything, she was at her limit when Frank asked her to undress to be treated. 

She was certainly embarrassed that a needle would be inserted on her crotch! 

On the other hand, Frank did not care—he had seen everything, so there was nothing out of line now. 

In fact, he inserted the needle before Vicky realized it, and she felt a burst of agony extending across her b*dy. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, stiffening like a bowstring as all her internal energies faded right then. 

She withstood the pain using her embarrassment and stopped herself from making a sound. 

Frank was actually surprised to find her showing such incredible endurance—it would hurt when one’s Ki was broken up. She was definitely a martial arts prodigy, able to stop herself from making a sound. 

Nearby, Yara was beside herself with worry, seeing her face contorting. “Are you alright, Vicky?” 

“Urgh… I’m fine,” Vicky breathed vapors as the pain faded. 

Even if the physique she honed over a decade had been lost, she felt like all her veins were cleared and finally felt her limbs again. 

And with Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker, she would have no trouble regaining her peak form in a year!