Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 925: Applying Maternity Oil for Her

Nora Northwood inexplicably linked her own origins with a little boy in an anime.

She asked the person next to her, "Half a month has already passed, do we still have a chance?"

Jasper Sinclair put down the iPad in his hand and turned to look at her, "You know yourself that there’s still half a month left, how could there be no chance? Trust me, don’t overthink it."

The man’s voice was deep and magnetic.

"I’m a bit scared," Nora cried.

"Cry a little louder, don’t keep it inside."

The closer it got to the promised day, the more anxious Nora felt.

She always hid her emotions well in front of Jasper.

The plot in the anime, somehow, stirred her heart and made her scared.

To soothe her, Jasper pulled her into his arms, and only after she’d cried enough did he firmly pinch her cheek and comfort her, "Nora, your emotions need an outlet, bottling them up will harm your body."

"But I don’t want you to worry."

"Isn’t it possible that your pretending not to care will make me worry more?"

Nora sniffed, her nose turning red, looking as aggrieved as can be, her curled eyelashes like butterfly wings, staring straight at Jasper.

Moonlight cast a pale glaze over her skin, blending with the coolness of the sky.

After crying, she indeed felt much more relieved.

"Lift your clothes up."

"What?" Nora thought she misheard.

Jasper repeated what he said just now.

The person on the bed looked conflicted, seemingly... misunderstood, "The doctor said no exercise during pregnancy, don’t rush."

Jasper, rummaging through the bedside table, immediately reacted upon hearing this.

The man was amused and asked, "But why do I think you seem more eager, Nora?"

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

Jasper chuckled and leaned closer to her, holding a bottle of something yellow and oily in his hand.

"I’d like to pry open your mind and see what’s inside."

Nora stared blankly at the palm of Jasper’s hand. The bold characters of "Pregnancy Oil" reflected in her eyes.

She only then realized she misunderstood and complained a bit, "Why didn’t you make it clear?"

Jasper straddled her legs, his knees on either side, a position easily associated with something inappropriate.

He poured the oil into his palms, rubbing them until warm, then placed them above Nora’s belly.

"Grandma said women need to apply pregnancy oil during pregnancy to avoid scars later."

"Did you ask Grandma for advice?"

Nora’s cheeks unwittingly flushed with a hint of red.

During the massage, Jasper was focused, though his fingers moved without much method.

When he touched her waist, Nora felt ticklish and burst into giggles.

"Jasper, don’t... don’t touch the waist."

She spoke and laughed, her sentences coming out fragmented.

Jasper playfully deepened his touch, flashing a mischievous smile, and didn’t forget to ask how she felt.

How could Nora dare say it didn’t feel good?

She randomly praised it a bit, boosting Jasper’s enthusiasm even more.

"Do you want to put a pillow under your waist?"

"Yes."

"Do it yourself, my palms are slippery."

Nora reached behind her, groping around until she found a pillow and placed it under herself.