Goodbye, My Love

Flushing, she looked at him haughtily and retorted, “Being my butler requires a high standard. Above all else, you need to know how to serve. Do you think you can manage that?”

She hadn’t forgotten how inept this self-proclaimed servant had been on the plane, nearly causing a serious mishap.

Loraine was confident Marco could handle a role in the Universe Group, but she had reservations about his aptitude for personal service.

Thus, she declined politely, “Thank you, but I’ll pass.” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Marco lifted an eyebrow, an air of self-assurance about him.

“How can you be certain it’s not my forte if you haven’t experienced it? Tell me, how would you Like to be served?”

Loraine surveyed his humble quarters again, acknowledging there was little he could do at the moment. However, she had to concede that his massage skills were quite remarkable.

That… could be considered service, right?

Gathering herself, Loraine shifted her position to lie on her stomach and said, “Then, how about a back rub? Let’s see how you fare.”

In that moment, she felt like a rich woman ordering a masseur at a luxury spa, and she blushed at the recollection of Marina’s words.

Luckily, her current position hid her reddened cheeks from Marco.

Conversely, her view was blocked. She couldn’t see Marco’s actions, which in turn amplified her other senses, particularly touch.

Behind her, Marco’s steady breathing filled the silence. Then, the bed dipped slightly next to her, indicating he had taken a seat.

Although their bodies didn’t physically connect, Loraine was acutely aware of their close proximity.

She suddenly felt that her earlier request was like shooting herself in the foot. Her nervousness was palpable, evident by her curled toes.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Marco’s hands gently traversed her back, moving from the nape down to her Lower back, applying the perfect amount of pressure. The delicate sensation ignited a soft tingle along her spine. Loraine’s eyes grew watery, her grip on the bedsheet tightened, and she bit her Lower lip.

She wanted to call a halt to this, but she feared her shaky voice would betray her unease.

Seemingly picking up on the fraught atmosphere, Marco remained silent.

His touch continued, as though he desired more intimacy. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to her shoulder blade.

At that moment, the computer on the nearby table pinged with a string of notifications, jarring both of them.

Snapping back to reality, Loraine swiftly sat upright, awkwardly wrapping herself in the blanket. Attempting to dismiss the situation while retaining her composure, she coughed lightly and said, “You should, um, perhaps address your business first.”

Marco’s gaze held a glimmer of disappointment and an undercurrent of desire.

Loraine’s cheeks flushed deep red, but she kept her cool, confidently asserting, “Well, what are you waiting for? Remember, you’re still on probation!”