Chapter 202
"You definitely haven't been taking care of your injury properly. Do you dance often? Otherwise, your feet wouldn't be like this."
I said, "What's more important, dancing or your health?"
She replied, "For someone like me, dancing is my second life."
"What if your tendons rupture again? By then, even walking would be a problem, let alone dancing."
She didn't say anything. I sighed. "Do you have any medicated oil?"
"It's fine. I can do it myself."
"Let me help."
After I finished, I said, "Afterward, you should lie down with your legs up. It can help alleviate the pain from varicose veins."
"You really know it."
I smiled. I had watched a documentary about car models before. They stood at car shows for hours, and varicose veins were a serious issue. I just learned from their ways of relieving pain.
She took out a bottle of oil from the drawer to treat sprains. "Then I’II trouble you."
I reclined her office chair, let her lie flat, then brought a chair, sat down, and placed her foot on my lap, saying, "Ms. Hill, it will take some time. Close your eyes and rest for a while."
"Thank you." She blushed, and I became more certain that her feet were her sensitive spot.
I poured the oil into my palm, warmed it up, and gently massaged it. Since her heel was injured, I didn't dare apply too much pressure, just gentle strokes.
After a few minutes, Ruby Hill's face turned flushed, and even her ears were flushed. She probably realized how she looked, with her eyes closed tightly but her lips slightly parted.
Her hands gripped the armrest of the chair tightly. ‘Isn't this a bit too much?' I thought.
I had only heard about it before but never actually encountered it. Could someone really climax just from having their feet touched?
If that's the case, then how sensitive might other parts of her body be...?
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became romantic, and my courage grew. Ms. Hill didn't make a sound. She just kept exhaling heavily, her eyebrows furrowed, whether from foot pain or something else. I couldn't tell.
Her actions, however, sparked my curiosity.
I brought her other foot over, and I could clearly feel her body tensing up, even trembling slightly.
"John..." Her voice came out from her nostrils as if she couldn't hold it in.
"Ms. Hill, does it hurt? I'll be gentler!"
"No, it doesn't hurt!"
"Oh, that's good then!"I nodded and started massaging more vigorously.
Ruby Hill breathed heavily, like a fish surfacing for air.
I had never thought I would see this side of her.
After more than ten minutes, her body suddenly trembled, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, her skin turning a faint pink all over.
After a few seconds of this, her body relaxed, and her breathing became softer but faster. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Throughout, her eyes remained tightly shut.
I felt a rush of excitement, almost more than she did. She was a true gem, an absolute treasure!
But after the excitement, I felt a bit embarrassed. Was I going too far? She was Lillian Allen's aunt, after all.
'It's nothing. I'm just helping Ms. Hill relieve her pain, not trying to do anything inappropriate,' I thought.
I comforted myself, feeling much better.
"Ms. Hill, all done!"
After a while, Ruby Hill opened her eyes. "Thank you, John!"
I shook my head. "Um, Ms. Hill, I think I'll wash my hands."
She sat up straight and gathered her hair, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Oh, there's a restroom in my lounge. You can wash there."
"Okay!"
I smiled, pushed the door, and walked into the lounge.
Sneaking in, rather than going in openly, was better.
Glancing around, the lounge was simple, with a bed, a coat rack, a sofa, and some photos of her dancing hanging on the walls.
It was clear she longed to return to the stage.
Entering the bathroom, I saw her clothes, even her undergarments...
My inner desires stirred, but I forced myself to focus on washing my hands. Despite my efforts, my eyes betrayed me, wandering towards the discarded items.
I quickly splashed my face with cold water to dispel the heat, then walked out of the room.
At that moment, Ruby Hill was sitting upright, her face slightly red, as if nothing had happened just now.
"John, where are the documents I gave you last time?"
"Ms. Hill, they're in my briefcase."
I took out the membership application form and handed it to her. She took it. "Alright, next week, take some time to go to the dance association with me."
I nodded. "Okay! Well, Ms. Hill, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Sure. I have some work to do here, so I won't keep you."
Leaving the office, I felt a bit reluctant. What had just happened felt like a dream.
But I could tell that Ruby Hill seemed a bit embarrassed. It was understandable. For an elder to be caught in such a situation by a younger person, even though I didn't expose it, it was still quite embarrassing.
I also thought about her clothes. I didn't expect Ms. Hill to be so fashionable.
Who would benefit from this in the future?
Driving to HT Plaza, I bought a bouquet of white roses. Red roses were too common. White roses were elegant and not tacky.
Either Lucy was supervising construction or training staff in another office.
When I arrived at Dance All City, the construction progress was faster than I had imagined. They were already doing the interior decoration.
Workers were busy.
I glanced inside and saw Lucy, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, supervising inside. Her pant legs were stained with various colors, showing she had been helping out.
I called her, and she answered immediately, "What's up? I'm training the staff!"
Training the staff?
I shook my head. "Really? Then take a look back!"
She turned around abruptly, a hint of panic in her eyes, and ran out from inside. "Why are you here?"
"Is this what you call training the staff?" I said, "Have you been helping out here all these days?"
"No. I just come occasionally to help out." She said, "I also want to finish the work quickly."
I took her hand, noticing calluses forming. "No more helping out in the future. Your hands are not meant for rough work."
She nodded, and I wiped the dirt off her cheek.
"Here is for you!"
"White roses?" She held the flowers, with her face full of joy.
"How about your brother and mom?"
"Not bad! It's just my mom always talking about you." Lucy said, "Thank you."
"Do you have enough money on you?"
"Yeah."
"I've been too busy these days, couldn't find time to come over. Thank you for your hard work," I said.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
