Love At The Wrong Table

Yesterday, he only helped Ashton reset her bones without using any medication. But based on today’s observation, her recovery speed was twice as fast as that of an average person!

Receiving Emmanuel’s praise, Ashton felt even happier than getting a promotion and raise. Despite her arm hurting, she still wiped her nose proudly and said, “Now you realize how amazing I am? Don’t just talk the talk; give me a massage where needed and apply medicine where necessary! Don’t pity me just because I’m delicate!”

After speaking, she even signaled to Emmanuel, indicating that all the necessa medications were already prepared in the room. She was only waiting for her “per doctor” to arrive.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Then, he sat down and lifted her nightdress unabashedly to further examine her injuries.

“You remind me of a woman.” Emmanuel suddenly spoke up again.

“Who? Claudette?”

Ashton understood him very well. Except for Mackenzie, this man only had Claudette in his heart.

“Yes, her. Her recovery ability is as strong as yours, or even slightly stronger, but she wasn’t as fortunate as you.”

While speaking, Emmanuel continued to reset and realign Ashton’s bones.

Ashton, who was standing at 5 foot 7, had long and sturdy thighs, and a skin to didn’t match her name-it wasn’t snow-white but rather had a faint bronze color- her elasticity was exceptional when pressed down!

Listening to the man telling stories while observing his expression, Ashton suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable.

Why doesn’t this man have any feelings toward my body?

really not have any feminine

it and deliberately said, Check deeper; I feel pain there, too. Can you massage it for

and pushed

Go even deeper!”

Emmanuel stopped directly while furrowing his brows. “Stop pretendi you think I don’t know where you’re injured?

instantly turned red as she felt extremely embarrassed! Did this man

didn’t he take advantage of

she deserving of

Mackenzie and

are you blushing?” Emmanuel

feel any ambiguity at all, so why did she

from the pain!”

her face away before muttering, “You’re lucky to be a father; Heave really favors you!” She could only say that women who flirt with gynecologists were simply

smiled as he continued to massage

true; if he hadn’t met Mackenzie, he would have been done for long ago. How could

her thighs, Emmanuel

and returned. After communicating with

the scene inside, she widened her eyes in

of it, but she wondered if he showed no feelings whatsoever when touching a nearly completely exposed female patient and knead the female

Ashton’s figure, which was really