The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

“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.

dispelled those thoughts with the pain

them, Yara kept wiping Vicky’s

sigh of relief—the pain was finally going to be over. “In that case, please hurry.” Frank nodded and used his fingers to measure the distance to a spot beneath her navel… Noticing that something was out of place, Vicky quickly asked, “Where will the last needle be inserted?” “Five inches beneath the navel.” Vicky froze, her fair cheeks flushing just then. Five inches beneath

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

certainly embarrassed that a needle

did not care—he had seen everything, so there was nothing out of line

of agony extending across her body. She clenched her teeth and

the pain using her embarrassment and stopped herself from

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

contorting. “Are you

been lost, she felt like all her

Boltsmacker, she would have

as Vicky raised her hands, exclaiming excitedly, “Do you feel better, Ms. Turnbull?” “Yeah,” Vicky replied, her eyes

felt amazing to take back

slowly turned toward Frank. “Your abilities as

at your

Frank finally remembered that Vicky was still naked, and he had no reason

left, heading to the

Trevor, who were waiting for a while, were delighted

Ms. Turnbull?” Trevor

now,”