Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Let Me Help You Massage

Samuel was fair and had handsome features.

When he smiled, he resembled the kind of hot senior who excelled in everything and would always patiently answer questions from his classmates.

He was probably that kind of person during his student days, which was why he became a teacher.

“Do

you find my WhatsApp username funny?” Emelie wondered, seeing him suddenly burst into laughter.

But Emelie’s WhatsApp username was quite normal.

“Re.‘ was the most common prefix. It could mean ‘restart‘ and ‘again‘. She changed it after separating from William to signify a fresh start.

Samuel covered his mouth with a clenched fist, cleared his throat, and shook his head.

“No, I just remembered that you mentioned you didn’t bring your phone and couldn’t add the person’s number.”

Emelie was speechless. “Mr. Swanson, don’t you know that I said that to politely decline that kid?”

“Kid? But you’re not much older than him,” Samuel said.

“A generation gap appears with every three–year difference,” Emelie simply replied.

Samuel raised an eyebrow. “Then we have several generation gaps between us.”

Emelie was stunned for a moment, then she chuckled.

After finishing their meal, Samuel naturally invited her for a walk, and Emelie had no reason to refuse.

As they walked, he glanced down at her legs. “Ms. Hoven, have your legs been injured recently?”

“Can you tell?” Emelie asked, surprised.

Samuel replied, “My second brother practices traditional medicine. I’ve learned from him for a while, so I

know a little. Your walking posture doesn’t seem natural.”

“Yeah, I was hit by a heavy object over half a month ago. Although it didn’t injure my bones or tendons, I

had to rest for over a week before I could walk again.

“Now I don’t feel much pain, but there’s still something strange about it.”

“I’m semi–professional. Do you mind if I take a look?” Samuel asked.

“Wouldn’t that be too much trouble for you?”

“Of course not. Whether you’re a doctor or a professor, it’s all about helping others.” Samuel said as he gestured for Emelie to sit on the edge of a flower bed, and Emelie complied.

He crouched in front of her and took out a pair of disposable gloves from his pocket.

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“Some people are uncomfortable with physical contact. To avoid any potential doctor–patient disputes, I’ve developed the habit of wearing gloves.

“Please bear with me, Ms. Hoven.”

Emelie blinked, then realized that his words were very well put.

It neither made people think he had mysophobia nor did it make her feel like he disdained her leg.

Moreover, he naturally defused any unease a woman might have about being touched by a man.

Most importantly, he took all the responsibility upon himself without making the other party feel

uncomfortable.

He was a professor indeed,

Samuel felt around her calves.

“There’s no serious injury. It just needs time to recover. I’ll teach you some massage techniques. If you do

it regularly at home, it should help you recover faster.”

“Thank you, Mr. Swanson.” Emelie nodded.

Samuel taught her the techniques while applying them to her through a layer of gloves so neither of them

truly felt the other’s skin.

Emelle couldn’t help but glance at him a few more times.

After some time, Samuel stood up. “Take a few steps and see if it feels any better.”

Emelie walked around and did feel much better. She praised him.

“Mr. Swanson, if you ever decide not to be a professor, you could become a traditional medicine. practitioner. You can surely be famous.”

“Thank you for planning my career for me. I’ll also inform my brother since it’s a recognition of his teaching achievements.” Samuel smiled.

“Mr. Swanson, your girlfriend?” a colleague passing by asked.

Samuel took off his gloves and adjusted his glasses. “Don’t joke about that. She’s my ‘patient.”

“Patient? Are you promoting your traditional massage technique again?”

The colleague chuckled and said to Emelie, “Which class are you in? Don’t let Mr. Swanson’s face deceive

you. His next step is to sell courses to you.”

Samuel rolled his eyes. “Shoo.”

After the colleague left, Emelie said. “It’s actually very useful. If you really start selling courses, I’ll buy them.”

Samuel raised an eyebrow. “What a pity. I missed out on a business opportunity that came knocking on my door.”

At this moment, a girl ran up from behind and hugged Samuel’s waist. “I got your

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