Then, with a lack of interest, she began to explain what she had been doing at the Drucker mansion. When she mentioned that she occasionally gave Wooden Drucker a massage, Jonathan's anger erupted. He grabbed her and lifted her up.
"You actually gave him a massage?"
"Uh… I—I just gave him a leg massage. Aren't I his personal caretaker? It's normal to do such things…"
She regretted not thinking before speaking, knowing how jealous he could be.
Jonathan, enraged to the point of nearly spitting blood, was furious. A massage? Even if it was just a leg massage, it was unacceptable. She shouldn't have touched Wooden Drucker at all!
"A Thai massage, huh?"
Suppressing his fury, he wasn't sure what he was thinking. She cautiously nodded.
"Yes, I learned it from Maya before…"
He dragged her upstairs. "Then give me a massage! And it has to be a full-body massage!"
He deliberately emphasized the last four words.
"Ah?"
