Chapter 926 He Could Not Bear to See Her Cry


    Luke put the clothes at the side, picked up the hand towel from the basin and wrung it dry, and gently


    wiped her face, as though he was afraid that he might hurt her delicate skin.


    "Not even women," he said domineeringly.


    Bianca belonged to him. No other person can see her naked body.


    "Alright then," Bianca said with a smile after Luke had cleaned her face.


    Luke''s hands rested on her clothes.


    Bianca suddenly felt nervous. Her heart started to beat faster, and she grabbed his hands. "I''ll do it


    myself."


    She had cleaned Luke''s body when he was injured, but when the roles were reserved, she somehow


    found it embarrassing.


    Luke pulled his hands away and continued to unbutton her shirt. "Why are you nervous, Bea?"


    Bianca''s face was not as pale as before. She was blushing slightly, which made her face a seductive


    pink color.


    "I''m not." She let go of her hands and grabbed the bed sheets instead.


    Luke chuckled and undid thest button. "If it were before, I wouldn''t have forgiven you for saying that."


    Bianca blushed even harder when she heard that. "I''m still sick. The doctor said that we shouldn''t make


    out."


    She emphasized what Johann told her.


    "That''s why I''ve been holding back those thoughts," Luke said seriously as he wiped her body.


    "Those thoughts..."


    Bianca only wanted to cover her face with the pillow.


    Fifteen minutester, Luke helped her change into a clean set of clothes.


    He was captivated by her body, but he had to resist his urges because she was unwell.


    He could easily resist any other temptation, but when he looked at her...


    Luke felt that his entire body was protesting.


    Bianca blushed and turned away when she saw him enter the bathroom with the basin. When Luke


    returned, his hands were dripping with water, and he took out a bottle of medicinal tincture from the


    bedside cab.


    "Huh?" Bianca did not know what he wanted to do.


    "Your feet are swollen," Luke exined. When he opened the bottle, a faint smell of alcohol filled the


    entire room.


    "Are they?" Bianca looked at her feet and noticed the bruises. It looked like many people had stepped


    on them.


    "I''m fine, actually. It doesn''t hurt," she said.


    Luke rolled up Bianca''s pajama pants, poured some tincture on his hands, and rubbed his palms


    together. When the tincture was hot, he ced his palms on Bianca’s feet.


    "Hiss..." Bianca gasped in pain when he touched her.


    "Are you sure that it doesn''t hurt?" Luke asked.


    "Don''t press too hard!" Tears were gushing out of Bianca''s eyes. She knew that Luke was massaging


    her feet to clear the bruises, but it was too painful for her to bear.


    Luke poured some tincture on her feet and continued to massage them. Seeing that she was almost


    crying, he reduced his strength by a little.


    He could not bear to see her cry.


    She felt slightly less painful after that. She wiped her tears and bore with it.


    Luke''s palms were warm and could cover her entire foot. Bianca could not help but smile as she gazed


    at her husband.


    "You''re not crying anymore?" He joked, but his hands continued to massage her.


    Bianca felt a little embarrassed. She was already a mother of three, but she still found medicine bitter


    and massage painful.


    "I wasn''t crying..." she said softly.


    After massaging one foot, Luke moved on to the other.


    Bianca gazed at his impable face as he did all that. Her gaze turned gentle when she thought that


    the man would do all these for her.


    She knew that Luke loved her, but she did not expect that Luke would do so much for her.


    The smell of the tincture was quite pungent, but to Bianca, it was fragrant and filled her heart with bliss.


    Meanwhile, on the other side of A City.


    Maxine walked quickly into a high-end nightclub and through the dance floor. She did not apologize


    when her sharp high-heels stepped on someone''s foot.


    The man behind him quickly stuffed a wad of cash to the person whose foot was stepped on.


    She arrived in front of a private room and entered it without knocking.


    Hera was busy making out with her boyfriend and was shocked by the sudden intrusion. She stood up


    and red at the woman angrily.


    Maxine was tall and slender, and she was dressed in luxury clothing.


    Instantly, Hera felt threatened. She nced at her boyfriend and noticed that he was ogling at the


    woman with his beady eyes.


    She was about to explode from anger!


    "Who are you? Don''t you know that we''ve booked this private room?" Hera took a step forward and


    discreetly sized up the intruder.


    Maxine was more beautiful, and her clothes were more expensive than the mainstream branded


    clothes that Hera was wearing, but Hera was more voluptuous.


    "Are you Hera Sanchez?" Maxine nced at the two people disdainfully. She wanted to gouge that


    man''s eyes out for ogling at her.


    "What''s your business?" Hera said impatiently. She was waiting for someone toe.


    Maxine lit a cigarette; that was her habit whenever she was irritated. After seeing that her subordinate


    had closed the door, she went into the main topic. "I''m the person over the phone." "You''re the one? I


    thought I was talking to a man!" Hera noticed that her boyfriend was still ogling at Maxine and sat on


    hisp to remind him that she was there.


    The fat man came to his senses and grabbed her waist.


    Hera smiled coquettishly. "Naughty naughty, there''s someone else here."


    Maxine was appalled by their perverse interactions.


    She could tell that Hera was dering dominance over her boyfriend in case she snatched him away.


    Why would she bother currying favor with that man? He could notpare to even one percent of


    Luke.


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    "That''s my subordinate. He was the one who closed the door earlier," Maxine said impatiently.


    Hera nodded, though she felt that the hand on her waist was distracting her. "Do you want a drink?"


    Maxine nced at the bottle. She was not interested in low-ss alcohol.


    She opened the door, spoke to her subordinate outside, then closed the door again. "I''m not used to


    drinking terrible alcohol like that."


    Harvey''s expression instantly sank. He had ordered the alcohol, and it was worth several ten thousand


    dors. How was it terrible?


    How rich could that woman be?


    He wondered if she had a sugar daddy. Seeing that she was dressed in luxury clothing, he guessed


    that she had slept with many old men. He grunted and took a big gulp of alcohol.


    Hera was slightly embarrassed. She said sweetly, "Nonsense. The rich people of A City love this


    alcohol. You don''t sound like you know anything."


    Many women with rich sugar daddies might be dressedvishly, but they did not have good taste.


    Hera guessed that Maxine was someone like that.