Chapter 347

Chapter 347

Leanne noticed Joy had much free time lately. She’d drive Austin’s car to pick Leanne up from work daily.

Curtis was like a ghost parked not too far away, invisible to Joy as she hopped into the

car.

After dinner, Joy would flop onto Leanne’s bed, dragging the cat into her armpit, declaring, “I’m not going home tonight. I’m crashing here.

In the morning, she’d “conveniently” drop Leanne at work, waving goodbye at the hospital entrance. “Wait for me after work, okay?”

The routine continued, and Joy monopolized all of Leanne’s time, leaving no space for Curtis.

Leanne had no chance to meet Curtis and even had to text him at night cautiously, wary of Joy glimpsing her screen.

Leanne finally asked, “Has your company been so slow lately? You seem to have a lot of time on your hands.”

Joy replied grandly, “I just don’t want you to feel lonely. I want to keep you company. What, you’re tired of me, finding me annoying now?”

“Of course not,” Leanne responded diplomatically, “I’m quite okay on my own.”

“No, no, no, you’re not!” Joy insisted.

Leanne gave a sigh. She just couldn’t turn Joy down.

Curtis’ patience was running thin.

“I’m about ready to ship Joy off to Africa,” he half-joked.

“Don’t you dare,” Leanne defended Joy, “She’s just less busy at work right now. She’ll be caught up with new clients soon.”

When Leanne had a day off on the weekend, Joy had already planned her day, promising

to take her somewhere special.

When asked, Joy kept it a mystery. “A happy place.”

Driving to the destination, Leanne discovered it was a newly opened spa center.

Unlike the traditional spas, catering mainly to men and occasionally offering questionable services, the new hotspot was aimed at young women, offering foot massages, full spa treatments, and amenities like a self-service bar, a mini çinema, and games rooms.

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What was their unique selling point? All the therapists were good-looking.

“You’ve been so busy lately, barely had time for fun, and must be exhausted. Let’s get a massage, unwind a bit,” Joy urged.

They looked at therapist profiles. Joy commented and smirked, “This one looks like a puppy.”

Leanne chuckled but wasn’t interested in selecting anyone based on their looks. She had

seen better.

“Let’s just get someone good at the job,” Leanne said, opting for a female therapist.

Soon, their therapists arrived, the men dressed sharply in white shirts and black trousers. Leanne’s choice, number 9, was a young woman new to the job.

“I’m your first client? I’m in luck,” Leanne smiled as the young woman excitedly prepared for the session.

Despite her enthusiasm, the young therapist’s technique was rough around the edges, not nearly as soothing as Curtis’ occasional massages.

Leanne’s phone rang as she was about to tell the therapist to be gentler. A severe accident required her immediate attention at the hospital.

Without a second to lose, Leanne informed Joy and rushed back to her duties, leaving the relaxation day behind for the chaos of the emergency room.

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