2025-02-24 17:57:36Valeria was slightly surprised.
But she tried to stay calm and assumed there must be a reason for Javier's method to open her dress.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
The doctor standing beside the bed nearly dropped his instruments after hearing Javier’s request.
“Ms. Solano, we must expel him at once! He's too rude. Why is he asking to take off your dress?”
"I have no bad intentions. Just helping with the methods I know."
Javier defended himself.
“Your methods are absurd. It was a big insult!”
He pointed at Javier's face, his eyes burning with anger.
"Calm down, doctor." Valeria raised an eyebrow, gazing at him with a faint smile. "I trust him."
"What?!" The doctor almost choked on his own breath. "Miss, you’re seriously—"
"Leave."
Valeria cut him off lazily, waving toward the door casually.
"All of you, get out."
The doctor and the guards exchanged glances before eventually exiting the room, though their faces clearly showed disapproval.
Once the door closed, an eerie silence filled the space, broken only by the soft sound of Valeria’s breathing.
"I hope you know what you’re doing."
Valeria murmured, taking a deep breath before slipping off her outer coat, revealing a thin nightgown underneath.
She then lay down on the bed, watching Javier with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
"If you try anything, I’ll make sure you don’t leave this room alive."
"You can trust me, Miss."
Javier averted his gaze briefly before finally sitting at the edge of the bed, placing his hand over her chest.
Outwardly, he appeared calm, but deep inside, he felt a hint of nervousness.
Valeria has a beautiful body with porcelain-white skin.
Like a perfect sculpture.
“Take a deep breath and try to stay calm, it’s just for a cure.”
Despite saying this, Javier felt his
Every inch of her body was crystal clear to Javier’s eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen a woman’s body up close like this, and a surge of heat instantly rushed through him.
Watching her writhing body, Javier felt utterly tormented, struggling to keep himself under control.
To treat her heart, Javier placed his hand on her chest. The smooth, silky sensation beneath his palm sent a tremor through his entire body.
"Ah!"
Valeria let out a soft moan, a blush creeping across her face as she gently closed her eyes.
Javier felt his throat tighten. Swallowing hard, he began to massage Valeria’s chest with delicate movements. He quickly noticed an abnormality near her heart and started channeling the energy he had just acquired through his touch.
As his fingers moved slightly, Valeria’s body trembled in response. She shyly wondered if Javier’s so-called treatment was merely an excuse.
She had never been this close to a man before, and now her fiancé was massaging her to the point of near ecstasy.
Suddenly, Javier’s hand left her chest, and an inexplicable sense of disappointment washed over her.
Valeria blinked in surprise.
"Wait… the pain… it’s gone?"
"I’ve stabilized the elements in your body."
Javier exhaled softly, lifting his hand from her chest.
"But you need to maintain your body’s balance. If not, this condition could return."
"You…"
Valeria stared at him in disbelief, then let out a chuckle.
"I can’t believe it—you did it. Are you some kind of guardian angel, or just a man who’s too modest?"
"I’m just someone who does what he can," Javier replied with a slight shrug.
"Is that so?"
Valeria eyed him intently, her gaze shimmering with intrigue.
"Then, I must reward you. What do you want?"
"There’s no need."
Javier shook his head lightly.
"I only hope we can be friends. That’s enough for me."
For a moment, Valeria was silent, and then she gave him a small smile.
“You are truly a kind man. It is very rare to meet a man like you."
Javier's sincerity and rejection of greed made Valeria admire and like him even more. She thought it was a good thing that Javier was her fiancé.
"You praise me too much, Miss. I only did what I was supposed to do."
Javier gave a small smile and bowed slightly towards Valeria as a sign of respect.
Valeria didn’t know what had caused him to forget their engagement—or, from the looks of it, even her identity.
Still, she had finally found Javier. And not only that, but he had also cured the illness that had plagued her for so many years.
She decided to tell him who she was and remind him of their engagement.
However, before she could say more, Javier’s phone suddenly rang.
Javier glanced at the screen, and his expression immediately darkened.
The name displayed was one he didn’t want to see.
Camila Valverde.
His hand clenched into a fist without him realizing it.
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CHAPTER 191
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CHAPTER 190
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CHAPTER 189
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CHAPTER 188
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CHAPTER 187
The hotel’s grand ballroom emptied like a tide receding from the shore. All that remained was silence—and Javier.He didn’t stay long. There was no need. The echoes of his statement would reverberate through boardrooms, headlines, and private calls before the night was over. And that was enough.Javier made his way through the gold-trimmed hallways of the Langston Towers, his pace steady, eyes fixed forward. He wore the same grey coat and scuffed leather shoes that had earned him sneers from valet attendants and whispered insults from waitstaff earlier that evening. No one had bothered to greet him when he entered. Now, none dared to speak.But of course, there were always exceptions.“Hey! You!”A voice rang out sharply behind him.Javier turned his head mildly, his expression unreadable.A young man in an overpriced blazer—probably no older than twenty-seven—stormed toward him. His name tag, which read “Jules,” was tilted sideways. The assistant event coordinator.“I told you earlie
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