He looked at her. "That's good."
Then he stood up. "Come with me."
He turned and led the way. Nora Ainsworth watched him, put down the watering can, and followed him into his bedroom.
He took off his suit jacket, leaving him in just a blue dress shirt.
He lay facedown on the bed. "Give me a massage."
Nora Ainsworth sat on the edge of the bed and began massaging him with both hands. Her pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy. As he felt her hands move back and forth across his back, his expression grew solemn. He wanted to say, 'I'm sorry,' but he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.
It wasn't because of his pride, but because he was afraid that if he said it, she would leave again.
"Have you seen the news about me online?"
Nora Ainsworth answered honestly, "You mean the news about you getting married? I saw it. Congratulations, Young Master."
He turned his head. "You're really congratulating me?"
