The Devil's Relaxing Massage

Day Twenty…

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Nathan stood in his spot just eyeing Abigail in disbelief. She was shamelessly asking him to carry her without even thinking about her clothes. She was only wearing a thin satin bathrobe.

"You don't want to carry me?" Abigail pouted her lips, pretending to be upset. "The floor is so cold… should I ask Butler Li to carry me instead?" Abigail sounded so pitiful.

At the mention of Butler Li's name, Abigail finally got the reaction she wanted from Nathan. His expression darkened with his brows drawing together.

He took a step closer to Abigail, dropping on his knee with his right leg while his back was facing her. He decided to carry her on his back to avoid looking at her.

But he didn't expect that this kind of position would also feel so awkward for him. Abigail climbed on his back and her breasts were pressed against his back.