Chapter 54


    Chapter 54


    A shudder went through Edward when he heard those words and he couldn’t help bristling as he felt


    the ait around him freezing lowering his head, he asked in a hughed and frantic tone, “Then, what are


    you nning to do next, President Sawyer? How will your expose Yana?”


    Nichs’ gaze was icy and dark. He gritted his teeth and in a voice so frigid and deep that it sent chills


    running down one’s spine, he replied, “If everything goes well, Greg should be discharged from the


    hospital tomorrow I want you to drop by the main house and inform them that I’ll be bringing Greg over


    for lunch tomorrow.”


    “Yes, sir!” Edward nodded solemnly before he retreated out of sight without another word.


    Presently, Nichs returned to the hospital room and gently closed the door behind him before sitting


    on the couch with a vignt look.


    It was nightfall before anyone realized it.


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    Bang!


    A loud crack of thunder tore through the sky and thereafter followed by a purplish-white streak of


    lightning. It didn’t take long before the rain relentlessly poured down outside the window while being


    apanied by the violent symphony of thunder.


    At that moment, Tessa bolted upright when she heard the angry rumble of thunder and she very nearly


    toppled off her chair.


    The stormy weather seemed to have transported her, as it always did, to that particr moment six


    years ago when she swore that she had been dragged through hell. It had been raining that night too,


    she thought with a painful twist of her heart.


    It took a while for her toe back to her senses, although she still looked rattled!


    Then, she turned to look at a restless Gregory sleeping on the bed as the storm raged on. At the sight


    of his unease, Tessa reached out hastily and patted his chest to soothe him.


    That seemed to have reassured the little boy, for with a purse of his lips, he fell into a deep slumber


    again as his frown smoothened,


    Tessa let out a sigh of relief, but found that she no longer wanted to sleep. As she turned around, she


    was about to pour herself a ss of water when she saw Nichs sitting stiffly on the couch, frowning


    as he massaged his legs.


    She could tell that he was ufortable, and before she could stop herself, she asked curiously, “Are


    you alright, President Sawyer?”


    It was only after Tessa’s question that Nichs noticed she was awake. Then, he shook his head


    before exining indifferently, “It’s nothing. Whenever the weather is unpredictable and bes


    humid, the old wounds in my legs tend to resurface. It takes some time, but rubbing tends to help with


    the pain.”


    Tessa nodded sympathetically when she heard this as she understood his pain.


    Indeed, the months of June and July would arrive with heavy downpours. Since Timothy had in the past


    shared the same affliction as Nichs, his legs would start acting up as well and cause nim to be sore.


    Whenever that happened, she would massage Timothy’s legs the moment she had the time in hopes of


    soothing his pain.


    At the recollection of this, she hesitated for a while and finally crossed over to where Nichs was,


    then asked tentatively, “If you don’t mind, President Sawyer, perhaps I could give your legs a massage


    and see whether that will help?”


    A stunned Nichs eyed her with a little skepticism. “Do you know how to go about it?”


    While nodding, Tessa exined frankly, “Since childhood, my brother has had a medical condition that


    affects his legs and he was enrolled in post-surgery physiotherapy. I had to massage his legs everyday


    to encourage the recovery, so I learned a few tricks from the professionals along the way to help with


    the aches. Perhaps you would be more convinced once I have shown you.”


    He stared at her warily for a moment after hearing words. Then, he finally nodded, albeit hesitantly.


    Having seen that he eded to her offer, she walked over to him and sat down next to him.


    Tessa propped his legs on top of her knees as if it was the most natural thing in the world before she


    began to massage his legs in earnest.


    It was only when she touched him that she realized with a start how embarrassing and awkward this


    position was for the both of them.


    She reminded herself pointedly, and rather btedly, that this man was not her brother, Timothy, but


    the formidable Nichs Sawyer. She had only ever been intimate with one man in her lifetime, and that


    was six years ago. There was no other man with whom she had been subsequently up close and


    personal with.


    In an instant, the air seemed to weigh down on her, suffocating her as she grew distressed.


    s, it was toote for her to draw back and stopping halfway would only make things even weirder


    between them. As such, she cleared her throat a little shyly and tried to look unfazed as she asked,


    “Could you tell me where you feel the most difort, President Sawyer?”


    Nichs’ lips pressed into a thin line as he answered coldly, “My knees.”


    “Okay.” She nodded courteously and ran her fingers up along the meridian points in his calves. When


    she reached his knees, she paused and firmly kneaded the area.


    There was no denying that the muscr lines of his statuesque legs felt divine despite being d in


    pants and she found herself marveling at how strong and perfect they looked.


    Even as she focused her attention on the massage, her gaze still swept over the wless lines of his


    legs.


    She suddenly became aware of just how much devotion the heavens had put into carving this man


    before her. Be it his family background or his refined looks or his astounding abilities, Nichs seemed


    to embody perfection.


    It was no wonder then that so many women pined after him, Tessa thought ruefully.