Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 45

Victoria's heart skipped a beat, and her thick, curled eyelashes trembled.

As a child, she acted like a little demon, bossing Jack around every day.

Today, she asked Jack to help with a shoulder massage, tomorrow it was pounding her legs, and the day after, it was asking him to assist with homework.

Looking back on it now, it was embarrassing.

Victoria coughed lightly, feigning ignorance and silence.

She stubbornly refused to acknowledge that she used to boss him around when they were younger.

When Jack saw her pretending not to remember, he raised his eyebrows playfully and asked in a lazy tone, "Little Victoria really doesn't remember?"

He paused for a second, and his voice was low and seductive, "Alright then, let Big Brother help you remember."

Victoria's earlobes turned red.

That nickname 'Little Victoria'

He used to call her often in their childhood, but it became rare after they drifted apart.

Victoria raised her hand and touched her ear, she flushed with embarrassment, "Don't call me that,"

The man pinched her shoulders and said slowly, " "When you needed something, it was 'big brother' this and 'big brother' that. But once you didn't, you scolded me. Why so fickle, little Victoria?"

Victoria was flustered.

He was still using that nickname.

Victoria's cheeks reddened. She slapped his hand away, and pouted, "I'll do it myself, I don't need you!"

Jack glanced at his hand that had been knocked off. There was an obvious red mark on it, showing that she had used all her strength.

He wasn't angry at all, rather he was bemused. He found it intriguing.

He looked up and saw her awkward attempt to self-massage. Her movements were clumsy and inconvenient. She looks so cute.

The man laughed lightly, showing a bit of lazy pleasure, "I'll do it, Miss."

Victoria, prideful, huffed, "I already said I don't need you."

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes indulgent, "I insist on helping you, Miss. Give me a chance, hmm?"

Victoria looked at him and reluctantly agreed, "Alright then, I'll give you a chance."

The man let out a low laugh, the corners of his eyes filled with doting.

He raised his hand to continue pinching her shoulders, his skinny fingertips gently kneading her thin shoulder through a thin layer of fabric.

Victoria couldn't deny the pleasant sensation. The pressure was just right, alleviating fatigue.

"Do you often give shoulder massages? How are you so skilled?" she asked curiously.

Jack, hearing the question, almost laughed. He squinted dangerously, "Victoria, have you ever seen me give a shoulder massage to anyone else?"

Victoria thought about it, realizing she hadn't.

The man glanced at her slowly, and his thin lips were slightly parted, "I've only served you."

Victoria breathed lightly, her heartbeat suddenly chaotic.

Unsure how to respond, she fell into a momentary silence.

Jack didn't seem to need her answer either.

Seemingly indifferent to her reaction, Jack changed the topic with a nonchalant tone. "Congratulations on winning first place in the finals."

Victoria immediately walked down the steps, "Did you watch the live broadcast again?"

He affirmed with a sound, his gaze slightly chilly. "About Dempsey..."

Victoria felt uncomfortable when she heard the name, and waved her hand as if she did not want to talk about it, "He is..."

Before completing her sentence, her phone rang.

Someone called.

Caller ID: Dempsey Montgomery.

Regretting her earlier comment, she grimaced and promptly hung up.

In her experience, Dempsey's calls meant scolding – scolding for not favoring Amelia, scolding for not allowing Victoria to win, for her ingratitude, and other baseless accusations.

Anyway, in Dempsey's eyes, she was not his sister, just a tool that he could abuse at will if he was unhappy.

In the eyes of the Montgomery family, she was not different from a homeless stray dog.

Victoria didn't want to listen to his tirade and didn't want to give Dempsey another chance to scold her, so she simply hung up.

Just as she put her phone down, the phone rang again.

It was Dempsey

Victoria's eyes widened when she heard this. Just as she was about to open her mouth, and retort, she saw her favorite food at a large table next to her.

Fine, fine. You can't bite the hand that feeds you.

Moreover, he had personally cooked to celebrate her victory.

Victoria stood behind the man and grimaced at his back. She reluctantly helped him take off his apron. "Is that okay? Are you satisfied?"

He lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Little Victoria personally helping me undress. How could I not be satisfied?"

Victoria blinked, feeling that his words sounded off.

But she had to admit, Jack's cooking skills had truly captured her taste buds. Unintentionally, she had eaten so much that her stomach was starting to bulge.

Victoria touched her round belly. In order not to accumulate food, she went for a walk outside after eating.

After finishing the meal and taking a stroll, Victoria returned to her room for a shower.

Just as she came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.

Victoria walked over to open the door.

Jack stood outside, "I came to get something."

Victoria nodded and let him in.

Many of his belongings were still in the master bedroom. She had suggested moving them out, but he insisted that he would come to retrieve them when needed.

Seeing that Victoria's hair was still wet, as she had just taken a shower, Jack picked up the hairdryer, "Shall I dry your hair for you?"

Victoria was about to say no.

He had already turned on the hairdryer, a subtle humming filling the quiet room.

Jack stood in front of Victoria, holding the hair dryer in one hand. The warm breeze blew on her head, and his other hand lifted, bone-white fingertips weaving through her black hair.

The fragrance of the shampoo floated slowly, lingering on the tip of his nose.

Because she had just taken a shower, Victoria was wearing a black silk nightdress with suspenders, revealing her jade-white shoulders and a large area of snow-white skin on her chest.

Very eye-catching.

The sight of her delicate straps hanging on her snowy shoulders, revealing a tempting allure, seemed to beckon.

Jack's eyes, which had been cool and calm, now held a mysterious and intense gleam. His eyes suddenly became dark, as thick as the night outside the window.