The True Heiress's Return novel Chapter 213

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Chapter 213 

Hearing her slightly heavy breathing, Walter immediately slowed down his movements 

expression. “Are you hurt?” 

It’s nothing. Shakira replied. 

a hint of displeasure evident in his 

Walter didn’t listen to her explanations and without a word, pressed her down onto his lap, lifting her shirt from the back. 

He caught a glimpse of her graceful waist, her delicate skin was so glaringly white that Walter squinted his eyes slightly. His eyes burned with intensity. 

The coolness was felt around her waist as it was exposed. Without turning back, Shakira knew that Walter was inspecting her skin inch by inch. 

She puffed up her cheeks in protest. “Why don’t you believe me already told you I’m not hurt.” 

As soon as she finished speaking, the man’s warm, strong hand gently pressed against her, 

Shakira wanted to keep being stubborn, but a soft, contented sigh escaped her lips involuntarily. 

Walter’s voice came from above, slightly hoarse. “You’re not hurt, but you don’t feel good either.” As he spoke, his palm didn’t stop moving, gently massaging the base of Shakira’s spine that had been aching all day. 

She went along with what he said. “True, I’m a bit tired. I’ve been sitting all day without changing positions” 

Shakira thought, I have to admit, the Walter–brand manual massager is exceptionally effective. Just a few presses, and it really brings a sense of relaxation and stretch–warm and comfortable. 

“Here, here, and a bit lower–press a few more times.” Shakira lay sprawled out without a care, completely unaware of the deep intensity simmering in the man’s gaze behind her. 

Walter said, “You should get up every forty minutes and move around for ten minutes to keep your muscles active. Looks like the saying A healer cannot heal themselves‘ holds true after all.” 

Hearing the clear disdain in his voice, Shakira huffed but didn’t retort. What he said was definitely true,” she thought. 

Shakira responded obediently, “Tll start paying attention from now on.” 

Walter’s lips curled into a slight smile. He diligently massaged her for quite a while, until his wrists began to feel a bit sore, at which point he slowly stopped. 

It was then he realized that Shakira hadn’t spoken for a while. He gently lifted her and positioned her on top of him. 

Sure enough, the woman had unknowingly closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. 

Walter murmured softly, “You’re the first one who dares to treat me like a free massage therapist 

Though his words were complaining, his movements as he placed her on the bed were incredibly gentle 

With his gaze lowered, Walter looked at her sleeping face, his eyes softer than the moonlight outside. He used his strength to get onto the bed, turned off all the bright lights, leaving only a dim yellow lamp on, and then wrapped her in his arms. 

Clearly exhausted, Shakira’s lips parted slightly as she slipped into a deep sleep 

Walter leaned in closer and could faintly hear her soft, gentle breathing. ‘She was even snoring, Walter thought. 

The man kissed her lips gently like a dragonfly touching the water, held her close, and they fell asleep together. 

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Chapter 213 

After Shakira logged off, Sean wasn’t done chatting and pulled Xanthe and Gideon in for more fun. With one person short, Xanthe happened to see her cousig Lucy online and brought her into the group. 

Perhaps having a stranger around made Sean stop bickering with Xanthe. After two rounds of game, the four of them logged 

OUL. 

Just as they logged off, Xanthe got a stream of voice messages from Sean: [What did you mean just now? Is that how you treat your partners? 

Xanthe made it clear through the message. We weren’t partners in the game, different issues don’t count] 

Sean: [Heh.] 

Sean thought it over, and the more he pondered, the stranger it seemed. [Did Gideon say he heard sounds from Shakira’s side? Was someone really there instead of just the TV? 

Xanthe was already out of bed applying a face mask. She smoothed the cool sheet mask over her face. When she glanced down and saw Sean’s text, she was so startled she gave a little shake. 

Xanthe: No way!] She quickly made an excuse to dispel Sean’s suspicions. (Shakira said it was just the TV. If you don’t believe her, why not ask her yourself?] 

Sean: [Forget it, maybe we’re just overthinking.] He definitely wasn’t going to get himself in big trouble. 

Xanthe couldn’t be bothered to continue the conversation with him, so she said she was going to sleep and logged off the 

interface. 

But then, out of nowhere, Lucy popped up and gave her a voice call 

Xanthe frowned as she picked up the call. “You don’t still want to play, do you, Lucy?” 

Lucy was super excited, beating around the bush. “Xanthe, who were those two we just played with? Are they your classmates?” 

“Friends, why?” Xanthe asked, puzzled. 

“I just checked the homeowner’s profile, and all of his account slans are maxed out! Plus, he has a ton of coins! He must have spent at least a hundred thousand in the game! That’s just too extravagant!” The astonished tone nearly leaped out of the phone. 

Isn’t the host that flashy, naive kind?‘ Xanthe wondered. 

Xanthe didn’t pay much attention to that, finding Lucy’s focus strange. “Hey, Lucy, what’s going on? You called me just for this late at night? Hurry up and get some sleep. Aren’t you about to have your finals? Be careful, or you might get in trouble if you don’t do well.” 

Lucy didn’t expect Xanthe to be so secretive, so she ended the call feeling a bit let down. However, thinking about Sean’s account, which was emblazoned with the words “wealthy” in bold letters and radiated a strong air of opulence, Lucy couldn’t fall asleep no matter how much she tried. 

Her father, Jackson, was in business with Enrique, but he lacked the stamina and execution skills that Enrique had, always falling short in comparison. Over time, as the days turned into months and years, Jackson could only follow in Enrique’s footsteps, picking up the small business opportunities that his older brother occasionally let slip through 

Compared to Enrique’s rapid wealth accumulation, Jackson’s situation could only be considered a modest middle–class lifestyle.