Chapter 68: I Can’t Stand to See Anyone Touch You

Gotta admit, the male masseurs at this spa were no match for the man in front of her.

Walker Grant’s features were sculpted, his brow deep-set. His long, narrow eyes were dark and captivating. His short hair was casually tousled, lending him an air of effortless charm. Tall and long-legged, he radiated a noble, cold arrogance. His looks were, in a word, exquisite.

Iris Yates couldn’t help but say to Chloe Reed, "There’s really no comparison."

Chloe Reed frowned at him. "Are you following me?"

"Come on, now!"

Just then, Nathaniel Monroe, who had been standing behind Walker Grant, came forward with a cheeky grin. "I saw you arrive, so I told Walker. You two are so lovey-dovey, how could you let someone else give you a foot massage? I bet Walker’s technique is pretty great, too. Right, Walker?"

He nudged Walker Grant with his elbow.

Iris Yates immediately scoffed. "He knows how to give a foot massage? You’ve got to be kidding."

Monroe glanced at her. ’Why is

It’s not just Walker who can do it—I can, too. Tonight, I’ll show you just how it’s done. It’s not

out, but Nathaniel Monroe held her ankle fast and plunged her foot right into the

her still, preventing her from squirming away, and said with a grin, "How about that? The temperature’s just right, isn’t it? You should count yourself lucky. I’ve never

kick him, but his grip was too tight, so

her, massaging her shoulders.

Iris Yates: "..."

Meanwhile.

tossed his suit jacket aside and took a few steps forward, closing in on her. "Not feeling well?

"No, thank you. I want one of

for an answer, Walker Grant grabbed her foot

had already tested the water. It was just the temperature

in the private room was dim, shrouding his handsome face in

"Behave," he said. "Let me do it. Otherwise,

widened slightly. "Are

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