Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1231

Claire's ears burned, but she managed to shoot him a defiant glare. "Why would I be afraid of you?"

His gaze trailed slowly from her face down to her neck, his eyes locking onto her with a predatory gleam. "Afraid I'll eat you alive."

Claire's breath hitched. Help! He was starting with his shameless flirting again!

"What's with that look?" Wilbur teased, turning the tables on her. "I'm only offering my massage skills, not my body. Don't get the wrong idea."

Who was getting the wrong idea here?!

Wilbur seriously rolled up his sleeves. His long, elegant fingers methodically folded the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows, revealing his sculpted forearms. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, smoothing out every crease as if he were genuinely just preparing for a massage. Yet, Claire found this sudden display of utter seriousness far more dangerous.

Only after fixing his cuffs did he look up. His eyes swept over her face, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "What are you staring at? Lie down."

Had she even agreed to this?

Wilbur sat beside her, his large hands settling on her slender waist. He didn't apply pressure right away, simply resting his palms against her. The heat of his touch seeped through the fabric of her clothes.

"Relax," he murmured. His low voice was coaxing, yet commanded absolute obedience. "Don't tense up."

His warm fingers pressed down with firm, precise pressure, hitting the exact knot of tension in her muscles. A soft groan escaped her lips as her spine instantly arched, melting under his touch.

Wilbur chuckled softly, his warm breath fanning the back of her ear. "Now you know it hurts?"

His hands didn't stop. His thumbs worked the knot in slow, deep circles as he spoke in a tone as clinical as a professor. "Your muscles are too tight, cutting off the circulation. Long-term, that causes real damage. From now on, come to me the moment you finish training."

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