Chapter 453: Chapter 451: 451 Misunderstanding_1

“What are you two doing?”

Inside the room, the two people stopped what they were doing. Greg’s hand was still on Patricia’s stomach, while Amelia was taken aback.

They weren’t doing that kind of thing?

Amelia looked at Greg with a puzzled face, and then at Patricia, somewhat at a loss.

Before coming in, she had planned to express her dissatisfaction in front of both of them and then pass over the matter with a joke.

That way, she would have vented her anger, and Greg wouldn’t blame her for it.

Even if Greg got angry, she had thought of a way to coax him.

However, she really didn’t anticipate the current situation and didn’t know how to handle it.

What if Mr. Greg gets angry?

What if he doesn’t want me anymore?

Amelia panicked. If she had the upper hand, she could just do as she had thought with no problem.

But the thing is, if Greg and Patricia hadn’t done anything, and she barged in like this, what would that make her?

“I was giving Miss Zhou a massage,” said Greg.

Seeing Amelia’s frantic appearance, Greg wasn’t angry; he just found it funny.

He waved his hand with a chuckle and said, “Come here, sit next to me.”

“Oh, okay… sure.”

Amelia obediently moved a chair over and sat next to Greg.

Patricia’s head was still under the covers, showing only the part above her eyes. She said to Amelia, “Excuse me for borrowing your Mr. Greg for a while.”

Suppressing her anxiety, Amelia responded offhandedly, “No problem, use him if you want.”

“Don’t talk, just lie down and sleep. After a good rest, your stomach won’t hurt anymore,” Greg admonished.

“Mm, okay.”

Chastised by Greg, Patricia obediently tucked her head under the covers and closed her eyes to sleep.

Greg didn’t speak further and continued to concentrate on massaging her.

After a while, even breathing sounds came from under the covers.

Greg gently lifted the cover to find that Patricia had fallen asleep, then turned back and gestured Amelia to go outside to talk.

Once the two stepped outside the bedroom, Amelia finally caught her breath. She tilted her head back, her eyes watery and misty as she said,

“Mr. Greg, I’m sorry.”

Greg, surprised, said, “Why are you apologizing to me? Did you do something wrong?”

Amelia shook her head subconsciously, then realized it was not right and quickly nodded, whispering, “I thought you and my cousin…”

“You thought we were doing that kind of thing?” Greg asked with a smile.

Amelia nodded silently.

Seeing her like this, Greg couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain for her. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered,

“I have no plans to be with your cousin right now, and even if I were, it would be for cultivation.”

“Cultivation?”

Amelia looked up in confusion.

Greg nodded with a smile and explained it to her ear in a whisper.

After listening, Amelia’s face flushed immediately, disregarding Greg’s status, she blurted out,

“That cultivation method is simply… too embarrassing; who cultivates like that?”

Greg laughed and said, “Haha, so are you practicing or not? Don’t blame me for not warning you. This cultivation technique is fast, and once you miss this opportunity, there’s no second chance.”

“I…”

Amelia’s face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, at a loss for words.

To give up seemed like a waste, but agreeing to dual cultivation with Greg was hard to voice out.

Even though she had already become Greg’s woman, to openly talk about such matters was still difficult for her.

Seeing her reaction, Greg struggled to suppress his mischievous grin, pretended to be angry, and said, “Fine, if you don’t want to, let’s forget it. I’ll ask your cousin about it another day.”

Amelia Simmons really panicked, suddenly raising her head and said, “I’m willing, Mr. Jensen, I’m willing!”

“Haha, then let’s go!”

“Ah, but what about eating…”

Greg Jensen didn’t care about that, he picked her up by the waist and carried her into the bedroom.

…

In the second bedroom.

Patricia Stuart slowly woke up, comfortably stretching her body and, upon checking her phone, realized it was already past three in the afternoon.

She hadn’t slept so well in a long time, her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, her head wasn’t foggy, and that feeling of being refreshingly clear-headed was just amazing.

“What’s that noise?”

Just as she was about to get out of bed, Patricia Stuart suddenly paused and listened carefully, her face immediately reddening as she spat out, “That flighty girl, doing such things in broad daylight…”

“Ugh, so annoying!”

Patricia Stuart threw off the covers and covered her head, but the sound still came through determinedly.

In her mind’s eye, the image of Greg Jensen surfaced involuntarily, and she almost felt that rough palm gently caressing her soft belly.

“Hmm.”

Patricia Stuart’s face became even more flushed, a radiant moisture gleaming beneath her skin.

Her thin lips parted slightly, taking deep breaths.

After who knows how long, the sounds from next door suddenly stopped, and she let out a long breath.

“Hmm…”

After a while, Patricia Stuart slowly got up, feeling as though someone had drained all her energy.

It was only when she got out of bed that she discovered her clothes and bedsheets were all wet.

Her face turning red, she stripped off her clothes and went to take a shower.

…

In the master bedroom.

Amelia Simmons lay on the bed exhausted, grumbling, “Liar, you tricked me, said I wouldn’t be tired after cultivation.

It’s true that I wasn’t tired after cultivation, but that’s because you wanted too much.”

“Haha, after a few more times you’ll feel better, and if your skills are high enough, you naturally won’t feel tired anymore.”

“Hmph…”

Amelia Simmons snorted coldly, turning over and then crying out in pain, “My back hurts, wuwu…”

Greg Jensen slapped her buttocks and chuckled, “Come on, get up. Patricia is probably waking up by now. If she barges in here, you’ll lose face in the future.”

“Oh, really…”

Amelia Simmons sat up in a panic and limped into the bathroom.

Greg Jensen laughed heartily and followed her in.

Amelia Simmons was quite talented, and having been close to reaching the Bright Strength Period, she had entered the ranks of Bright Strength Experts after a few rounds of Dual Cultivation.

However, Mick Simmons had only taught her cultivation techniques and not martial techniques, so her combat strength was just a bit stronger than an average person’s.

Of course, dealing with hooligans was no issue for her.

Greg Jensen had taught her Dual Cultivation and the Guidance Technique, but only up to the first level of Qi Refinement.

If Amelia Simmons could cultivate to the complete first level, she would basically be as strong as a Martial Way expert in the early stage of the Dark Strength Period.

Later on, if Mick Simmons would teach her some practical martial techniques, even an average Bright Strength Period expert might not be able to beat her.

After the two of them had finished cleaning up, they left the room and ran into Patricia Stuart, who had just come out of her room.

With his sharp senses, Greg Jensen knew exactly what Patricia had been doing, so when he saw her, an involuntary mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Patricia was already feeling a bit self-conscious and, seeing him smile like that, her face immediately turned as red as an apple.

Amelia Simmons, not understanding, asked curiously, “Cousin, why has your face turned red again? Do you have a fever?”

Before Patricia could reply, Greg Jensen laughed and said, “That’s right, Miss Stuart must have a fever!”

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