Chapter 311

For a few seconds, the air was still. Luke's face remained expressionless. Vespera slowly lifted her head and said to John with a calm expression, "There's no rush for me. Treat him first. If you delay, he'll end up at the funeral home." John was speechless. Despite not grasping the nuances of romantic relationships between men and women, the old man was no fool. He chose not to reply to the remark. Instead, he sat in front of Vespera and told her to take off her shoes and place her foot on the small leather stool. Then, he poured medicated oil into his hands to massage her ankle. "This might hurt a little," he warned. "Of course, no problem," Vespera responded confidently. However, she quickly realized her mistake. The pain was intense! She instinctively tightened her grip on her phone and tried to calm her breathing. She wouldn't scream or shout. In fact, she grew quieter, and her expression was calmer the more pain she felt. This led John to believe she wasn't actually sca