Chapter 8
“Not exactly, but I’m…”
Annabelle met Paulette’s gaze in time.
She instantly caught Paulette’s drift and changed the subject, saying, “I always aim at making my customers my friends. I’m sure we’ll be friends, too.”
Paulette secretly breathed a sigh of relief and echoed, “Anna’s massage skills are amazing. We hit it off.”
Only then did Nelson remember about Paulette’s waist injury. He had forgotten about it because she had said yesterday that it wasn’t serious.
Frowning slightly, he said with worry, “Paulette, are you feeling better now?”
Standing next to him, Patricia saw the concern in his eyes clearly.
Her eyes darkened as she remained silent.
Paulette, however, had grown immune to his belated concern. She wasn’t sad or moved and just replied absently, “Yes, much better.”
Noticing the look on her face, Nelson figured she was still upset. He gripped Patricia’s hand slightly before letting it go.
He knew Paulette was short–fused, and things would get nasty if she made a scene here.
Patricia lowered her head to look at her hand that was put down by him and clenched her fists tightly.
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But Nelson didn’t notice it. Like any other parent, he put on an
authoritative look and said to Paulette in a deep voice, “Since you’re better, go back home and get some rest. Don’t wander around outside. If your injury flares up, you’ll be a crybaby again.”
He made it sound like she cried a lot in front of him.
Smiling, she looked at his eyes and said, “Don’t worry, Dad. That won’t happen ever again.”
The resolution in her eyes somehow made Nelson feel she was cutting all ties with him, and a sharp pain in his heart shot through his entire body in a second before quickly vanishing.
He looked away and said, “Get a cab home. I’ll stay with Tricia as she gets. a waist massage.”
Paulette glanced at him without saying anything.

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