Chapter 527: Let me press it for you
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Ashton Heath: "..."
What kind of feeling was it to be guarded against by his own wife as if he were a thief?
Hadn't he performed well enough during their previous two encounters, or was she simply not satisfied enough?
Otherwise, why would she resist him to this extent?
But he had deliberately observed at that time, and she seemed to be satisfied.
"Do your legs still feel sore?" Ashton Heath temporarily set aside this question, took off her shoes, placed her legs on his own, and with his other hand, gently pressed on the sorest part of her leg.
His voice was gentle and low, "Let me give you a massage."
The man's fingers were long and powerful, usually used for signing contracts and documents to earn ten thousand dollars a day. Now they were massaging her, with just the right amount of pressure, neither too heavy nor too light.
After a few minutes of massage, Joanna Lawrence felt the soreness in her legs had eased a lot.