The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Chapter 5

“Are you done staring?” Yara could not help snapping at Frank, certainly able to see that he was staring fixedly at Vicky.

Even if Frank proved his martial arts prowess, she suspected that he was taking advantage of Vicky, claiming that undressing her was for treatment.

Frank smiled, showing no sign of embarrassment as he said earnestly, “I couldn’t help staring just then. Ms. Turnbull is just that mesmerizing.” “Haha.” Vicky laughed. “Honest, aren’t you?” She was actually surprised that Frank would admit to it so boldly, unlike selfproclaimed gentlemen who would never admit to their actions.

Suddenly flashing a vague smile at Frank, she added, “You can look as much as you want if you heal me.” “You don’t have to. Beautiful things are unforgettable from the very first gaze,” Frank said, shaking his head.

Taking out a needle, his fingers brushed over the smooth skin on her chest, feeling a cool sensation just then.

Vicky gasped and shuddered as he inserted the needle just above her nape.

Then, he took out another needle, brushing past her belly and inserting it beneath her navel.

This continued over the next thirty or so needles, each leaving Vicky reeling with agony.

Her fingers clenched on the sheets as she sweated bullets over her forehead, her chest heaving as her breathing turned ragged.

Frank certainly noticed that through the corner of his eye.

Even though he was married to Helen for three years and lived together, they never consummated.

Moreover, he was in his prime, so he could not help being restless seeing such a ravishing beauty lying naked before him.

thoughts with the pain and

them, Yara kept wiping Vicky’s sweat with

fingers to measure the

of multiple cultures, she was conservative in nature—if anything, she was at her limit when Frank asked her to

needle would be

did not care—he had seen

it, and she felt a burst of agony extending across her body. She clenched her

withstood the pain using her embarrassment and

was broken up. She was definitely a martial arts prodigy, able to stop

her face contorting. “Are you alright, Vicky?” “Urgh… I’m fine,” Vicky breathed vapors

decade had been lost, she felt like

version of the Boltsmacker, she would have

“Do you feel better, Ms. Turnbull?” “Yeah,” Vicky replied,

back control over her

slowly turned toward Frank. “Your abilities as a healer are

marvel at your endurance,” Frank

finally remembered that Vicky was

left, heading to the drawing

Trevor, who were waiting for

Turnbull?”

fine now,” Frank

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