In the end,I bit my lip and gave a slight nod.But then,as if it were the most natural thing in the world,he gestured toward Winona’s legs.
"The doctor said her circulation’s poor.You’ve always been good with your hands—why don’t you massage her?"
I instinctively pulled back.
Winona reclined against the hospital bed with a pale,delicate expression and offered a soft,pity-laced smile."I heard you used to massage Mr.Shepherd every night after you two got married.Why the sudden hesitance now?Oh…I see.You're worried about your dignity,aren't you?Of course,you're the prestigious wife of Lennon Shepherd.How could you possibly stoop so low as to massage a blind woman like me?"
Lennon shot me a cold,disapproving glance."Why are you just standing there?Don’t forget—Winona got hurt because of you."
I drew a shaky breath,then slowly knelt by the bed and began massaging Winona’s legs.
She let out a soft,satisfied sigh and closed her eyes,like a queen accepting a servant's offering.
I remembered all those nights when Lennon came home exhausted from work.I had spent months learning massage just to soothe his stress,to give him comfort and care.
And now…he was asking me to do the same for his lover.