Female Novel
Chapter 5
Chapter 5
“Are you done staring?” Yara could not help snapping at Frank, certainly able to see that he was staringfixedly at Vicky.
Even if Frank proved his martial arts prowess, she suspected that he was taking advantage of Vicky,claiming that undressing her was for treatment.
Frank smiled, showing no sign of embarrassment as he said earnestly, “I couldn’t help staring just then.Ms. Turnbull is just that mesmerizing.”
“Haha.” Vicky laughed. “Honest, aren’t you?”
She was actually surprised that Frank would admit to it so boldly, unlike self-proclaimed gentlemen whowould never admit to their actions.
Suddenly flashing a vague smile at Frank, she added, “You can look as much as you want if you healme.”
“You don’t have to. Beautiful things are unforgettable from the very first gaze,” Frank said, shaking hishead.
Taking out a needle, his fingers brushed over the smooth skin on her chest, feeling a cool sensationjust then.
Vicky gasped and shuddered as he inserted the needle just above her nape.
Then, he took out another needle, brushing past her belly and inserting it beneath her navel.
This continued over the next thirty or so needles, each leaving Vicky reeling with agony.
Her fingers clenched on the sheets as she sweated bullets over her forehead, her chest heaving as herbreathing turned ragged.
Frank certainly noticed that through the corner of his eye.
Even though he was married to Helen for three years and lived together, they never consummated.
Moreover, he was in his prime, so he could not help being restless seeing such a ravishing beauty lyingnaked before him.
Biting his tongue, he dispelled those thoughts with the pain and kept working.
Beside them, Yara kept wiping Vicky’s sweat with a towel.
After a long while, Vicky finally asked through gritted teeth, “How much longer?”
“This is the last one.”
Vicky breathed a sigh of relief—the pain was finally going to be over. “In that case, please hurry.”
Frank nodded and used his fingers to measure the distance to a spot beneath her navel…
Noticing that something was out of place, Vicky quickly asked, “Where will the last needle be inserted?”
“Five inches beneath the navel.”
Vicky froze, her fair cheeks flushing just then. Five inches beneath the navel, was that not…?!
Though she had been educated with the teachings of multiple cultures, she was conservative in nature—if anything, she was at her limit when Frank asked her to undress to be treated.
She was certainly embarrassed that a needle would be inserted on her crotch!
On the other hand, Frank did not care—he had seen everything, so there was nothing out of line now.
In fact, he inserted the needle before Vicky realized it, and she felt a burst of agony extending acrossher body. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, stiffening like a bowstring as all her internalenergies faded right then.
She withstood the pain using her embarrassment and stopped herself from making a sound.
Frank was actually surprised to find her showing such incredible endurance—it would hurt when one’sKi was broken up. She was definitely a martial arts prodigy, able to stop herself from making a sound.
Nearby, Yara was beside herself with worry, seeing her face contorting. “Are you alright, Vicky?”
“Urgh… I’m fine,” Vicky breathed vapors as the pain faded.
Even if the physique she honed over a decade had been lost, she felt like all her veins were clearedand finally felt her limbs again.
And with Frank’s improved version of the Boltsmacker, she would have no trouble regaining her peakform in a year!
Yara looked on as Vicky raised her hands, exclaiming excitedly, “Do you feel better, Ms. Turnbull?”
“Yeah,” Vicky replied, her eyes warm with excitement.
It felt amazing to take back control over her own body!
She slowly turned toward Frank. “Your abilities as a healer are extraordinary, Mr. Lawrence.”
“I too marvel at your endurance,” Frank replied.
Vicky smiled but asked hesitantly, “Actually… Do you mind leaving the room?”
Frank finally remembered that Vicky was still naked, and he had no reason to stay now that she wasbetter.
He turned and left, heading to the drawing room.
Walter and Trevor, who were waiting for a while, were delighted to see him.
“How’s Ms. Turnbull?” Trevor quickly asked.
“She’s fine now,” Frank replied.
“Really?” Walter asked in disbelief.
That was when Vicky arrived downstairs after changing into fresh clothes.
Seeing that she was no longer bedridden, Walter’s eyes went red, and he promptly gathered her in hisarms.
“You’ve really recovered, Vicky… Thank goodness!” he cried. “This is wonderful!”
“Dad, I’m fine—don’t worry.” Vicky smiled. “All thanks to Mr. Lawrence.”
“Haha!” Walter laughed heartily as he turned toward Frank. “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence—Trevor told meabout the wonderroot. I’ve already asked for it to be delivered from the capital, and you’ll have it inthree days.”
Frank frowned, but before he could say anything, Trevor walked up to him and whispered under hisbreath, “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence. I promise with my life that the Turnbulls would not renege on theirpromise.”
Noting his confidence, Frank’s frown ease. “Since Trevor here vouches for you, I shall take your wordfor it. Since your daughter has made a full recovery, we shan’t impose.”
With that, he turned to leave, leaving Vicky surprised.
An accomplished martial artist and an outstanding healer?! They should definitely be keeping him!
“Please wait, Mr. Lawrence. Allow me to walk with you and thank you properly,” she said and promptlygave chase with Yara in tow.
Beside them, Trevor was grinning—she certainly had a keen eye as one would expect of the heiressapparent of the Turnbulls.
“So, Walter. What do you think of Mr. Lawrence?” he asked.
Walter nodded and exclaimed in awe, “He’s gifted in both martial arts and medicine… Those twotalents alone would set him apart even from the many bigwigs in the capital.”
Trevor chuckled. “I won’t lie to you—that’s not all of his talents. There won’t be a handful who wouldcompare to him even across the country, just as there are hardly any ladies who deserve him. Still, I’msure your daughter would be one of them.”
Walter smiled as he realized what Trevor was saying. “You flatter me, but my daughter is engaged.”
“Haha!” Trevor simply laughed. “But she still isn’t wed yet. You still have time to reconsider, and dokeep Mr. Lawrence in mind when you do.”
Walter suddenly frowned and turned toward Trevor. “I’m actually curious… you used to work abroad.Why have you been lingering in Riverton for years now? And you seemed to defer to Mr. Lawrence awhole lot…”
In the end, any strategic marriage ought to be set between two important families.
Even if Frank was an extraordinary individual, he has no clans backing him and therefore would notmean much to the Turnbulls.
Trevor should know as he was the heir of the Zurichs, and it was actually weird that he would vouch forFrank so enthusiastically.
“Haha. I’m afraid I can’t comment on that, Walter.” Trevor shrugged. “But you should really think aboutwhat I said. Also, I shall get going now that our business here is done. Please hurry and bring Mr.Lawrence the wonderroot.”novelbin
Walter was left mulling Trevor’s words after he left, and he promptly called in his secretary to do abackground check on Frank.