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 the last 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 minutes later, 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 cabinet.

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

"Your feet are swollen," Luke explained. 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 placed 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. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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 impeccable 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 glared at the woman angrily.

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

Instantly, Hera felt threatened. She glanced 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 glanced 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 to come.

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 his lap 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 declaring dominance over her boyfriend in case she snatched him away.

Why would she bother currying favor with that man? He could not compare to even one percent of Luke.

"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 glanced at the bottle. She was not interested in low-class 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 dollars. 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 dressed lavishly, but they did not have good taste.

Hera guessed that Maxine was someone like that.