A Quiet Moment Behind the Mask
Then he turned his head and looked straight at her chest.
"But aren't you tired from walking around all day with those big boobs?"
The room went silent.
Lina Ashford froze.
Her hands stopped for half a second.
"Even if you are tired," Julian continued thoughtfully,
"just tell me."
"It's a small matter."
Lina slowly resumed the massage.
Her smile remained perfectly calm.
"Thank you, Young Master Julian."
But under the table—
Her fists were already clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
For a moment, she considered smashing his head directly into the mattress.
But then she took a slow breath.
Her shoulders relaxed slightly.
Forget it… forget it.
No point getting angry and making myself sick.
Gathering information is more important.
That thought cooled the irritation inside her chest.
