Darren gave orders to Kenzie to put Calista on the chair next to him.
"Please leave us."
"Yes, Sir."
After Kenzie left, Darren turned his face towards Calista. "Which one is sick?" He asked in a cold voice.
Darren's cold attitude was what made Calista's heart disturbed. Because blue eyes no longer glanced warmly except to give her a deadly look.
It looks like Calista is daydreaming, so Darren repeats the same question. "Which one sprained, Miss. Earl."
"Left."
Darren immediately grabbed Calista's feet, then placed them on his lap. Without a cue, instantly giving a massage made the woman scream in pain until her cheeks were wet with tears.
Darren's anger subsided, then looked at Calista softly. "Is my massage excruciating?"
Calista nodded.
