Chapter 477: Technician No. 79

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Technician No. 79

Why did I agree to give her a massage? ’Self-control is something that has never existed in her presence. I can’t control myself at all.’

Just by being there, she was a giant, fragrant, soft temptation. All he wanted to do was hold her and nibble away.

But it was too late for regrets. Owen Warren reached out again to unfasten her bra. It was his first time dealing with one of these, and he was a bit clumsy.

He fumbled with it for ages without managing to undo it, breaking out in a sweat.

Lily Hart noticed, reached back with a sigh, and unhooked it herself.

"Such a rookie," she couldn’t resist mocking him. ’Tsk. He always acts so experienced, but he’s really just a complete amateur.’

Owen Warren said nothing, but he silently made a mental note, secretly vowing to get more practice.

He then began the massage, but it was by no means an easy task.

Owen Warren simply couldn’t calm down. His thoughts kept drifting, straying into the gutter.

He had to forcibly drag them back, which was sheer torture.

But Lily Hart didn’t know about these little thoughts of his, nor did she want to know right now.

All she knew was, "Ow, gentler! Are you trying to kill me on this bed with that much force?"

Her words could easily be taken the wrong way, especially by Owen Warren, whose hands were still roaming over her body.

He took a few deep breaths and said helplessly, "I’m already being very gentle. You just can’t take the pressure."

"I don’t believe you! You’re just being too rough. I feel like I’m about to fall apart, okay!" Lily Hart wailed.

’Who gets it? Massages really hurt! I keep saying gentler, gentler, but it’s still this painful! Whose fault is it, really!’

’It must be the massage therapist’s!’

’If you can blame someone else, don’t blame yourself!’

Owen Warren had no choice but to lighten his touch yet again. He wanted to ask if being this gentle would even be effective.

But seeing her apparent enjoyment, he began to wonder, ’Was I really being too rough?’

The chaotic massage finally came to an end.

’His technique was truly professional. The massage was very comfortable, and he had a real knack for service.’

’The muscles that were previously knotted up had all loosened. My arms and legs felt much nimbler. All in all, I feel completely refreshed!’

The massage was over, but Owen Warren was now clamoring to clean her ears.

Lily Hart... well, Lily Hart had no choice but to accept, letting Owen Warren fasten her bra and then tie up her massage robe.

She felt like a fish on a cutting board as Owen Warren flipped her over.

He then held her head, tilted it slightly to the right, and said, "Hold still."

He even remembered to cover her with a blanket to keep her from getting cold.

Perfect. Owen Warren nodded in satisfaction and began cleaning her ears.

She closed her eyes and could feel him sweep something fluffy across her face.

It was accompanied by a TING-A-LING sound. It was... strangely hypnotic.

"Lily Hart, wake up..." Owen Warren shook her shoulder.

’Good grief. She fell asleep during an ear cleaning. Is that even normal?’

Owen Warren was at a loss with her. He obediently finished cleaning her ears before trying to wake her up.

Lily Hart groggily opened her eyes, met Owen Warren’s pouty, accusing gaze, and blurted out, "Why are you here? Where am I?"

"!?" Owen Warren’s eyes went wide as Lily Hart’s consciousness returned.

"Oh, right, I came to you for a massage. How did I fall asleep? Did you drug me or something?" Lily Hart teased.

Owen Warren was speechless, so he shut her up with a kiss.

Just a moment ago when she was asleep, he’d wanted to talk but couldn’t, so he’d had to focus on cleaning her ears.

Now that she was awake, he could kiss her to his heart’s content... And as they kissed, Owen Warren’s hands started to misbehave.

He had already shoved the blanket to the floor, and his restless hands slipped inside her loose massage robe.

...

"Had your fill of kissing?" Lily Hart looked down, saw him intently helping her get dressed, and couldn’t help but ask.

Owen Warren shook his head and answered honestly, "Not even close. And I wanted to do other things, too."

"In your dreams!" Lily Hart ruffled his hair vigorously.

"Hmph~" Owen Warren zipped up her jacket and let out a soft snort. ’Fine. We won’t do it. I can wait.’

The two of them returned to the elevator through the narrow passageway. This time, Owen Warren was relatively well-behaved.

After all, the doors would open right into the first-floor lobby, and he knew Lily Hart wouldn’t like that.

Lily Hart stepped out of the elevator feeling completely refreshed. Her neck, waist, arms, and legs all felt wonderfully limber.

She waved contentedly at Owen Warren. "You hold down the fort, I’m heading back~"

Owen Warren also waved back, equally content. He’d had a decent meal today, so he wouldn’t cling to her. "Hurry on back~ See you at dinner later~"

"Okay~" Lily Hart agreed.

The ends of their sentences both lifted, carrying a cheerful air.

Lily Hart swung her arms as she walked out of the bathhouse. The cold wind was WHOOSHING outside, making it a bit chilly.

She cupped her hands together and returned to the lottery shop. The moment she stepped inside, it felt so comfortable and warm. ’Is this what spring feels like?’

’It’s so much warmer than outside~’

She curled up on the sofa for a while. Soon, the people scheduled to cook dinner today started coming up one by one.

After greeting her, they conscientiously went to the kitchen and started working.

Only Roman Rowe, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, bounced over to her side.

Roman Rowe plopped down, then suddenly caught a whiff of something. He leaned in close to her arm and sniffed hard.

"Huh? Boss Hart, why do you smell like rose essential oil? Did you just get a massage?" Roman Rowe asked, certain of it.

Lily Hart choked. "How did you know?" She inexplicably felt like she’d been caught red-handed.

Roman Rowe said, as if it were obvious, "Because I’ve been there too! They use the same smelling essential oil. It smells pretty good, hehe~"

Then he remembered something else and asked, "So which therapist did you have? How were their skills? I’ll try them next time."

Lily Hart racked her brain. ’Owen Warren didn’t have a number tag.’

She had no choice but to make one up. "I think it was therapist number 79?"

"They have a number 79? How come I don’t remember that? Maybe my memory’s bad. I’ll ask next time I go," Roman Rowe said.

Lily Hart said, "Forget it, don’t ask for him. His technique is no good, he presses way too hard."

"Whose technique is no good? I made you feel so good, and you’re bad-mouthing me behind my back!" Owen Warren’s voice suddenly piped up.

Lily Hart’s heart skipped a beat. ’This guy, seriously. Of all the times to show up...’

’He had to appear right at this moment!’

Roman Rowe looked at Owen Warren. "You... you’re therapist number 79?"

Owen Warren could have figured out with his toes that the "therapist number 79" Lily Hart mentioned was him.

He smiled and confirmed it with a smug look that seemed to say, "That’s right, it’s me. What about it? Jealous?"

Roman Rowe was speechless. He couldn’t imagine therapist number 79 being Owen Warren.

He was even more unable to imagine Owen Warren giving Lily Hart a massage. How could this be happening?!

’I haven’t even gotten to touch Boss Hart’s body... WAAAH, they’re so close! I feel so left out...’

A typhoon was raging in Roman Rowe’s mind, on the verge of a torrential downpour. In short, he was feeling sour and bitter—completely devastated!

Seeing Roman Rowe fall silent all of a sudden, Lily Hart couldn’t help but shoot a glare at Owen Warren.

But Roman Rowe quickly recovered on his own, thinking, ’One day, Boss Hart will surely bestow her favor upon me!’

Owen Warren pouted and quietly slipped away.