“Massage? When did you acquire such skills?”


    Debbie pulled away from his arms and made him Lie down on the bed. As she adjusted the height of


    the bed, she replied calmly, “I never said I had any special massage skills. I’ll just…casually help you


    rx your muscles a little.”


    Carlos sighed, shaking his head helplessly.


    Debbie took his right arm and began massaging it as she muttered,


    “Thank you, Carlos, for your dedication to this family. You’ve been working so hard to earn us all this


    money. It’s my duty to serve you.


    So, Let me help you rx your arm first.


    Carlos was suspicious about her sudden sweet words. His wife was buttering him up. It was not like her


    at all. ‘Is this another trick?‘ he wondered.


    “Spill it out. What do you want?” he asked outright.


    Whatever it was, he decided that he would try his best to meet her needs.


    “Why do you think I want something? I really meant it. I do think that you work hard day in and day out.


    You have a mountain of work in your office, and meanwhile, you also have to act as someone’s


    bodyguard, making sure that person is safe. I feel sorry for you…”


    He could sense sarcasm in her tone.


    “So, you are not going to tell me what you want? You might not get a second chance,” he said, studying


    her face.


    Debbie moved to massage his leg.


    “I don’t care. I just want to do my best to protect my husband, while he selflessly puts himself out there


    for another person. I don’t really want anything from you.”


    Finally, Carlos could sense her jealousy filling the space.


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    She continued without looking at him, “I won’t ask for anything, nor do


    I want anything at the moment. ALL I want is my husband’s care. I hope that the next time my husband


    personally goes to the battlefield to protect another woman, or take a bullet for her, he would kindly


    think of me, his poor wife, who is waiting for him at home.”


    As she finished, she raised her head to look at him.


    With a fake smile, she asked the silent man, “Honey, do you think I’m asking for too much?”


    Carlos instantly shook his head.


    “No, not at all.”


    “d to hear that. Looks Like my husband still has me in his heart.


    Honey, could you please enlighten me? You’re a skilled fighter. You have better martial arts skills than


    me. How did you get shot again?”


    Her cute tone had stirred his heart. When his lust was about to be triggered, her sudden sharp question


    snapped him back to his senses.