Chapter 452: Chapter 450: 450 Checking the Body_1

Patricia Stuart felt her cheeks burning, and it was as if a fire were raging within her.

Amelia Simmons, looking at her cousin’s flushed face, worriedly asked, “Cousin, where exactly are you feeling unwell?”

“I… I’m fine.” Patricia shook her head.

Amelia expressed her concern, “You should still go to the bedroom and let Mr. Jensen take a look. It would be trouble if it got serious.”

Having said that, she turned to Greg Jensen and said, “Mr. Jensen, could you please check on my cousin? I’ll go to the kitchen and help with the cooking.”

“Sure,”

Greg Jensen said with a chuckle as he playfully slapped her bottom, “Go on then, whip up something tasty, and remember to call me when it’s ready.”

Amelia’s face turned red, and she glanced at Patricia next to her, “Okay, you guys should hurry.”

After speaking, she hurried into the kitchen.

Turning to Patricia, Greg Jensen said with a light chuckle, “Miss Stuart, shall we go? To the bedroom?”

He deliberately emphasized the word “bedroom” heavily.

Upon hearing this, Patricia bit her lip lightly and nodded shyly.

For Greg Jensen, the bedroom was simply a place to sleep and rest, but for Patricia, it evoked many other thoughts.

He wouldn’t do “that” to me in the bedroom, would he?

Should I refuse him?

Patricia’s face turned even redder, but seeing Greg Jensen stand up, she had no choice but to get up hesitantly and follow him upstairs to the bedroom.

The thought of going into Amelia’s room and lying on the bed where Amelia and Greg Jensen had been intimately entwined made her incredibly nervous.

As they passed her own room, she found herself impulsively saying, “Let’s go to my room instead.”

“Alright,”

Greg Jensen agreed cheerfully, pushing open the adjacent door and stepping in.

Patricia might appear carefree, but in reality, she was still a young girl; a fact that Greg Jensen could easily discern.

He could guess at her inner thoughts and felt a surge of playfulness. Following her into the room, he abruptly shut the door behind them.

Then, with an aggressive gaze, he stared fiercely at Patricia’s significant areas, scanning over them several times.

“Get on the bed and lie down!”

Patricia, feeling unnerved by Greg Jensen’s intense gaze, still obediently climbed onto the bed, considering his identity.

She had intended to seduce Greg Jensen initially, but after entering the room, the tables turned, leaving her feeling uneasy.

Greg Jensen, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the tremulous Patricia, scoffed, “You were quite bold just a moment ago, what’s happened now?”

“I…”

Patricia uttered a word before burying her head in the covers.

Greg Jensen let out a laugh, no longer teasing her. Taking her hand, he found it soft and boneless, which stirred something inside him.

Patricia struggled briefly, and realizing she couldn’t pull away, let Greg Jensen hold onto her hand. Her icy skin revealed the panic in her heart.

“Relax, I’m just going to take your pulse.”

“Oh.”

Patricia subconsciously responded, and only afterward did she realize that something was amiss.

Wasn’t it supposed to be “that”?

Why take the pulse?

Confused but too embarrassed to ask, she could only do as told and place her hand by the edge of the bed, filled with apprehension.

Greg Jensen focused his mind and placed his fingers on her pulse.

After a moment, he smiled and said, “It’s nothing serious, just an excess of cold energy in the body, which is why you have the problem of painful menstruation.”

“Menstrual pain?”

Patricia was shocked, her head popping out from under the blanket, and she looked at Greg with astonishment, “How did you know I’m experiencing menstrual pain? And besides… it hasn’t started yet.”

Greg smiled and said, “I noticed your complexion is sallow and you show some signs of sweating, plus you subconsciously cover your stomach when you sit, so I guessed it should be coming soon.

Have you recently felt a sensation of heaviness in your stomach, or occasional sour swelling and coldness?”

“Um…”

Hearing this, Patricia froze again, and said blankly, “You called me to the bedroom not to…”

“To check on you,” Greg said. “I called you to the bedroom because I want to find a bed for you to lie down on so I can give you a check-up.”

“Just a check-up?”

Pretending to be clueless, Greg asked curiously, “What else could it be?”

A flicker of panic passed through Patricia’s eyes, and she coughed awkwardly, whispering, “Nothing… nothing else.”

“Alright, lie down and relax, I’ll give you a massage.”

“Okay.”

Patricia didn’t think much of it until Greg lifted her shirt, and only then did she truly begin to panic.

She hurriedly held down Greg’s hand, exclaiming, “What… what are you doing?”

“Giving you a massage,” he said.

Greg said in disbelief, “You don’t expect me to massage you through your clothes, do you?”

“Oh, okay then.”

Patricia realized she had misunderstood again, but thinking of Greg’s hands on her stomach still stirred a strange feeling within her.

She hesitantly let go of his hands, closed her eyes, and took on an attitude of “go ahead,” amusing Greg tremendously.

He shook his head, warmed his hands, and placed them on her smooth and flat lower abdomen, slowly beginning to knead.

As he massaged, he transferred True Qi into Patricia, helping her to regulate the flow through her meridians.

Patricia was incredibly tense at first, but after a while, she completely relaxed. She felt as if she were soaking in a bathtub, her entire body enveloped by warm, soft water.

Feeling that slightly rough large hand, her body began to undergo some inexplicable changes.

“Mmm…”

Her eyes slightly narrowed, her mind blank, Patricia let out a low, murmuring moan.

Greg looked at her beautiful face and well-proportioned body, feeling a flame rising in his heart.

The air was filled with a romantic ambiance and an intoxicating fragrance.

…

Amelia Simmons had been in the kitchen watching the cook for a while, then she hummed a tune as she went upstairs, planning to check on how her cousin was doing.

She thought Greg and Patricia would be in the master bedroom, but as she passed the second bedroom, she suddenly heard a suppressed moan coming from inside.

This embarrassing sound…

Amelia was initially stunned, recalling the sounds she herself made with Greg, and then it all clicked.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, yet a part of her was also angered: “Mr. Jensen is mine, how could my cousin…”

Angry, she was about to burst through the door, but then hesitated, remembering the person inside was Greg.

Before she even came to be with Greg, her father had told her that for a young Grandmaster like Greg, it was normal to have several wives and concubines.

She was advised not to get angry over such matters, but rather to help Greg take care of his household. As long as she could do that, no matter how many women Greg had, her status could not be shaken.

Amelia understood this but couldn’t stand to play the deaf, blind, or foolish woman; it was too much to bear.

The stubbornness inherited from her Martial Way family instantly flared!

She pushed the door open and stormed in, annoyed, “Cousin, this is too much, how could you…”