"Did you really love that person named Orabelle?" Abigail suddenly asked, her face frozen.
Now, the only thing she knew about him was Orabelle-someone he clearly cared about deeply.
Meeting Abigail's searching gaze, Dante was momentarily taken aback.
After a pause, he lowered his head again and gently rubbed Abigail's slightly red and swollen feet. "Is the pressure okay?" he asked.
"Your technique is really good..." Abigail smiled, choosing not to ask any further questions.
After tonight, the two of them were supposed to have nothing to do with each other. Knowing too much would only complicate things.
After some time, Dante finally set Abigail's feet down. "Try moving them."
Once, twice...
It didn't hurt anymore.
Abigail looked at Dante in astonishment. She couldn't believe he ha
