Christine Quinn said, "Let me give you a massage." With that, Christine Quinn started to massage Skyler Jones, albeit somewhat clumsily.
However, after a few moments, Skyler Jones suddenly grasped her hand, gently saying to her, "Christine, come over here."
Christine Quinn embarrassedly said, "Am I not massaging comfortably? Uh, I've never given anyone a massage before..."
Skyler Jones shook his head and pulled Christine Quinn onto his lap, "Sweetheart..."
"Hmm?"
Skyler Jones gazed deeply at Christine Quinn's stunning face, "I won't go to the branch office this afternoon, okay? I'll stay home with you."
Christine Quinn frowned, "Why? I don't need you to keep me company. Mom and Becca are home, I'm not bored at all."
"I'm afraid you'll sit home overthinking things."
Christine Quinn laughed softly, playfully tweaking Skyler Jones's high-bridged nose, "Why would I overthink things? I'm quite enjoying myself now." Christine Quinn happily swung her legs.
