"I won't call her like that! She's a big idiot who can't do anything, and I'll never willingly call her Mrs. Matthews in my life. That's all I have to say! If I call her that, I'm just a puppy! If I do that, then I, Frank, don't deserve the Getty surname!" Frank spoke vehemently, his eyes flashing with determination.
John's expression turned cold, sensing his displeasure. Frank quickly raised his hand and said, "Bro, you don't have to say anything, I'll leave on my own." With that, he turned and headed towards the door. He looked a little cowardly, but at least he protected his dignity. He was a truly persevering man. Frank was almost moved by his own actions.
John had a headache, turned around and saw Diana's frowning face. Afraid that she was angry, he quickly said, "Don't mind him, I'll make him call you Mrs. Matthews later."
"He will call me Mrs. Matthews willingly, but you don't have to do anything about it. Leave it to me!" Diana rubbed her chin and suddenly grinned like a sly little fox. She was sure she could make Frank call her Mrs. Matthews, and he would do it willingly! She remembered the world's most popular competitive game, "Fierce Heroes," and the upcoming annual personal solo competition. She wondered what Frank's expression would be when he saw her on the competition field, knowing that she was Z? It was exhilarating just to think about it!
John was a little puzzled by her sudden change of topic, but seeing her confident expression, he didn't push it any further. He whispered, "Why didn't you tell me before you came?"
"Um..." Diana came back to her senses and remembered why she came in the first place. She cleared her throat and was originally going to ask why he didn't contact her last night. But when she met John's deep eyes, she became timid. "I just came to see you. But what's wrong with your eyes? Did you have trouble sleeping last night?"
"I was studying." He was indeed studying. He had spent the whole night searching for topics on how to please girls and made some notes.
Diana felt a pang of emotion at the thought. It was so tiring to be a CEO, so much so that he couldn't sleep all night. He must have been dealing with public affairs all night, and she was blaming him for not messaging her. It was not fair. Thinking of this, she clapped her hands and said, "How about I give you a massage?"
John's eyes lit up. "Okay."
"Then let's go upstairs!" Diana ran upstairs first. Looking at her back, John's heart stirred. He had thought that she would never take the initiative to come to his room in his lifetime. Everything was too beautiful, like a dream. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he followed her upstairs. Diana found John's room and pushed the door open.
It was just like she remembered it, clean and cold, with mostly black and white tones. It was clean and concise, but lacked a bit of warmth. John followed her, a little puzzled. "How did you know this was my room?"
"I, I guessed, and I didn't expect to be right!" Diana said nervously. She patted the sofa beside her. "John, just lie down here. I'll help you massage your temples."
John walked over with a cheerful mood and lay down as instructed by Diana. It was something he had never dared to imagine before - the little girl was giving him a massage with her own hands. He closed his eyes with a heart full of excitement. However, the next second, he immediately felt that something was wrong. Diana's hands, which were placed next to his temple, suddenly pressed down hard. John clenched his teeth in pain for a moment and nearly passed out on the spot! Was she trying to press him to death?!
John suddenly opened his eyes and saw Diana concentrating on moving her hands, looking very serious. When she noticed him opening his eyes, she seemed puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, it feels great."
"Well, that's good!" Diana smiled sweetly. Seeing this, John's mood became complex, and he closed his eyes again, enduring the pain.
However, Diana suddenly said, "I'm going to apply more pressure now. If you feel uncomfortable, just let me know."
John was shocked. Did she mean that she hadn't applied enough pressure before? At that moment, John felt a sharp pain in his temple. Even though he was strong, he couldn't help but grunt in pain. He couldn't take it anymore; his head was buzzing!
"Hmm? Is it too comfortable?" Diana looked at him with a happy expression.
John replied, "Um, yes, so... you don't need to press my temples. My eyes are a bit tired, you can press my eyes instead." He couldn't take it anymore; he thought he might not be able to handle it much longer. "Just press lightly on my eyes," he added, unable to resist giving her further instructions.
"Okay," Diana obediently moved her hands towards John's eyes, lightly rubbing around his eye sockets. With his eyes closed, John seemed like a tamed lion, no longer exuding his intimidating aura. Diana couldn't help but notice how long his eyelashes were, which seemed unusual for a man. She became mesmerized by them and unintentionally applied too much pressure.
Just as John had started to relax, he suddenly felt a deep press in his eye sockets, almost popping out his eyeballs!
"Little girl..." John reached out and firmly grabbed Diana's wrist.
"What's wrong?" Diana looked at him with embarrassment. Why did he have to grab her hand like that?
Seeing Diana's shy expression, John swallowed the words he was about to say. He said gently, "You don't have to press anymore."
"Huh? Is it not good enough?" Diana asked.
"...It's good," John said with difficulty, "Aren't you tired?"
"I'm not tired!" Diana blinked her big watery eyes and pressed harder on John. He felt a surge of force attacking him, and suddenly he was disoriented. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the couch again.
Diana had switched positions with John and was rolling up his pant leg, saying, "I learned a few leg massage techniques online. Your leg hasn't fully recovered yet, so let me help you with a massage!"
"No...no need," John's eye twitched. He had finally recovered his leg and was worried that if she massaged it, he'd end up back in the wheelchair.
"It's okay! I'm not tired, just relax!" Diana rolled up her sleeves, as if preparing for a big task.
John suddenly felt his scalp tingling. However, seeing Diana's enthusiastic expression, he couldn't bear to tell her the truth. After weighing his options, he decided to accept reality since he couldn't resist. He lay straight on the couch, showing a somewhat resigned expression. Diana had already rolled up his pants and then stopped.
John was confused when he suddenly heard Diana say, "Do you men all have so much hair on your legs? They look like okra."
For a moment, John didn't know what to say. His work from last night was wasted.
Outside the room, Ethan and Jackson had just come back from outside and were about to report something to John. As they ascended the stairs, they noticed that John's room door was tightly closed, and they could hear voices coming from inside. And there was a woman's voice!? The two men looked at each other, both with an expression of seeing a ghost.
"Wait...this voice sounds familiar?" Ethan perked up his ears and, after listening for a moment, said, "It sounds like Diana."
Hearing this, Jackson breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, besides the Thompson family's stupid little girl, which woman could get close to the boss? But...what were the boss and Diana doing in the room? It was broad daylight, and the door was closed.
As soon as they thought of it, the two of them became uneasy again. They silently approached the door and listened to the movements inside. Inside the room, Diana was concentrating on massaging John's leg. After the first two times, John had been tensing his body the entire time. When Diana continued massaging, she felt that his calf was very tense and muscular. Unable to resist, she said, "You're too tense. Relax a little. We've already tried twice, right?"
Jackson and Ethan outside the door heard this sentence and suddenly widened their eyes, taking a deep breath. What did they hear!? Ethan clenched his teeth and said, "This woman... is promiscuous!"
"Shh," Jackson covered his mouth. "Don't get excited. Maybe we misheard it. Let's listen again." Ethan twisted his brows and put his ear back to the door.
Inside the room, John tried to relax his body and his tense calf finally relaxed. Diana looked satisfied and squinted her eyes, "That's better. Do you feel comfortable?"
Unlike the first two times, the strength of her massage was just right, which surprised him. John couldn't help but smile, "Yeah." Seeing her serious expression, John felt a little sorry for her and asked, "Aren't you tired?"
"No, just lie down and enjoy it."
These... were such suggestive words! The two outside the door were completely petrified. Then they heard John's voice again, "Who did you learn this from?"
"I learned it online. Do I have a talent?"
"Yeah."
"Huh, as long as you're satisfied!"