Dexter had hidden upstairs without my knowledge. When I noticed him, he seemed to be secretly chuckling. However, when he saw me looking, his eyes filled with a pretense of sorrow. "Sophia, I'm in so much pain. I can't sleep."
What else could I do? I sighed and went upstairs to comfort him. I felt like I owed it to him.
"Sophia, give me a massage." Dexter requested. He lied on the bed and extended his arm for a massage.
Distractedly, I massaged his arm.
Martin was unlikely to give up easily. Dexter had just had an accident, and shortly after, I was also involved in an incident. Not long after, Ignatius had passed away. Martin's tactics were ruthless.
"Sophia, it hurts here too." Dexter pointed to his chest.
Preoccupied with how to counteract Martin's moves, I absentmindedly massaged wherever Dexter pointed.
