Chapter 73

"Are you tired?" Before Nicholas knew it, he had already leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. Queenie's soft voice followed as she gently massaged his head with her delicate hands, prompting him to open his eyes. The first thing he saw was a white dress—her chest in his direct line of sight. To make things worse, the dress had an open front. It was deadly. Nicholas instinctively swallowed hard. "Queenie, you've got pretty good technique." He took a deep breath and praised her. "Lie down on my lap. I'll massage your temples and head." Queenie settled onto the nearby couch, patting her lap with a gentle smile. He didn't hesitate. He rested his head on her thighs and slowly closed his eyes. He had to admit it; she must have learned proper massage techniques. His previous drowsiness faded with just a few strokes on his temples, and he gradually felt refreshed. It wasn't exhaustion from a long day that made him feel sluggish—it was the overwhelming changes in his life ov