Chapter 44 Natalie's Grandma

• Natalie answered Dante’s video call while the therapist returned to massaging her feet. She cleared her throat at the sight of Dante’s face on the phone screen. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
• In the car, Dante frowned at the sight of Natalie lying down, wearing only a towel. Her white skin seemed to glisten with oil. Her narrow cleavage looked plumpy and so tempting.
• “Where are you?” Dante’s voice sounded less than pleasant.