CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

MARY LYNELLE

When Henry and I left the library, we went to the room. He took me to the middle of the bed and laid with me. He closed his eyes and massaged his forehead.

I was surprised when I glanced at him. I caressed his face. “Love, do you want a massage?” I asked him.

“Take a rest sometimes at the office. Maybe you're too stressful, love! Occasionally you also bring your work here at home.” I said and sat up. I grabbed his head, lifted it and placed it on my thighs. I gently massage his forehead.

“Hmm! It's so good love ”He said while his eyes were still closed. I felt a sense of achievement because he liked what I was doing. That's why I insist on what I do. “Ugh! You're so great love… Go on please! Ahh! continue love! Uhh!—.” He said. I hit him on the shoulder when I realized what he was saying.

I stopped what I was doing and gently pinched his ear. He laughed loudly while holding his other ear and got up from the bed.

I looked at his face with a grimace. He's still la