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“Dear Roshu, even though I’ve said it many times before, I still want to tell you—you are the best masseur I’ve ever seen.”

Mrs. Chelsea, dressed in a white silk robe, gazed tenderly at the blond youth opposite her.

Her eyes shimmered with undisguised affection.

Had it not been for a close friend’s recommendation, she would never have known that such a handsome young man existed in Wheel Town.

Just look at his golden, velvety hair, his exquisitely sculpted features, and the ivory-white skin exposed beneath his linen vest.

Except for his somewhat slender frame, he was practically perfect.

And since she considered herself a full-figured woman, his slimness actually made him all the more appealing.

If she could, she would have him stay overnight at her home, to exchange massage techniques more deeply.

But sadly, it wasn’t possible tonight—her husband was coming home.

“Thank you for your kind words, Mrs. Chelsea. You are also the most beautiful employer I’ve ever had,” Roshu bowed respectfully.

He was never stingy with compliments, especially before payment was made.

As expected, his praise worked just as well as before.

Chelsea’s smile blossomed brilliantly, and the originally agreed fee of 10 copper coins turned into 13.

Roshu accepted the payment, deftly avoiding Chelsea’s plump hand as she tried to touch his arm.

After a polite farewell, he quickly left the baron’s mansion.

Only after putting some distance between himself and the estate did Roshu breathe a sigh of relief.

Havi