Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517: 517-Somebody’s Watching Me

Helanie:

"Ugh, I did? I am so sorry," I said sleepily, grabbing my ankle and then trying to massage my body. I was in so much pain.

"You okay?" he asked, and I started kicking the air while sitting straight up in bed.

"That combat lesson—my body hurts," I whimpered, complaining like a child. I had no idea what made me act so careless in front of him.

I couldn’t even handle body aches in front of him.

"Oh, shoot, why didn’t I think about it? Of course your body would ache. You haven’t worked out in a while," he muttered under his breath and then put his pillow down, slowly reaching for an oil bottle.

"Lie down, I’ll massage your feet," he offered. As soon as he said that, I pulled my legs back into my body and pouted.

"No," the way I said it was enough for him to roll his eyes.

"Helanie, it’s just a foot massage. Nothing weird about it. I’ll be decent," he mumbled, even when he didn’t have to.

I could be naked in front of him and he wouldn’t do anything. In fact, a thousand women could be naked in front of him and he would still come out untouched.

"Fine," I lied down, watching him sit by my feet and then rub the oil between his palms before placing them on my foot.

I must say, he should be a masseuse. The way he massaged my feet and then my legs up to the knees, I felt like I was in heaven.

"You are so good at it," I complimented, and he groaned.

"You know, I was meaning to ask you, how did Jessica ever convince you to have sex with her?" I asked and noticed him stopping his hands.

"That is so inappropriate," he said right away, and I bit my tongue. Then he added, "Don’t feel bad. It’s not that inappropriate. But I won’t answer that question. Besides, I don’t do that stuff."

I sat up straight, pulling my legs back from him again and staring into his eyes.

"Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin," I gasped, and he frowned.

"Helanie, do you want me to help you with the pain or not?" he grunted loudly, his eyes showing I needed to shut up now.

I gave him my arm and stubbornly demanded, "My arms ache too."

He was so cute when he was massaging my arm. He made sure his hands stayed in place, not touching anything other than just my arms.

He even avoided looking into my eyes.

After about an hour, I began to feel sleepy again. But Norman got up from the bed and snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention.

"Not yet. I’ll bring you some warm milk and something to eat. You have to take medicine too. You’re having a light fever from the workout, so let’s deal with it first, okay?"

He fixed the sheet over my body and then fluffed the pillow behind me as I sat in the bed.

"Till then—," he looked around and then picked up his laptop, doing something on it, "watch a movie."

He placed the laptop on a soft pillow in my lap before he left the room. For a moment, I sat frozen.

How the hell did a man who looked so evil in the beginning turn out to be so caring?

There were moments when I wondered if he was being nice to me only because of his brothers.