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A tense silence filled the room as Helen struggled to maintain her calm.

Miles didn’t say anything. He walked towards the lamp stand and casually selected the new bottled ointments, carefully placing them on it.

In order to make the process more authentic, he lit purple candles and placed one at every corner of the room.

Seeing this, Helen watched with fascination her nervousness, lessening.

When he was done, Miles walked back to her.

"I’m sorry miss. For this to work out we need maximum skin contact, so you’ll need to wear as little as possible."

’Did he just call me Miss? Doesn’t he know I’m married? I look old enough to be his mother... this... why am I thinking like this?’

In all Miles said, Helen’s heart fluttered at being called ’Miss’ that she forgot everything else after that.

Turns out she was particularly concerned about her appearance before Miles.

’Uh? Why is he silent?’

Instantly, her eyes widened as she recalled what she had just heard.

"Maximum skin contact?... As... as little as possible?" She stuttered unknowingly, failing to hide the flush on her face this time.

She had known she would take off her clothes beforehand but the way Miles said it caused her thoughts to run wild, thus her reaction.

Miles nodded, directing his gaze to her chest and her pants as if telling her they needed to come off.

Helen’s face flushed and she instinctively pressed her arms against her chest in order to guard them from his gaze.

She realized a moment later that she had overreacted and quickly tucked away her hands feeling ashamed.

"Sorry." She muttered a shy apology.

’Damn.’

Whilst Miles couldn’t help but curse, dazed by her actions just now, he marveled at how incredibly soft, round and bouncing her boobs seemed. They weren’t just big, they were round , not the big, thick and slacked downward kind of titties. These ones still stood firm and pointed as if they were filled with water and soft as a balloon.

And yes, she had no bra on, there was no bra that could probably fit those two. Much more were the discomfort she would feel, so it was understandable that she left them uncaged.

"It’s okay, Miss." Miles said again, earning a shy expression from Helen.

In normal circumstances, he would have turned for her to undress, but Helen was quite disabled so he would have to do the work.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a measured tone, lowering himself beside her.

Helen didn’t respond but quickly shook her head with her gaze lowered, not daring to meet his eyes. She tensely folded her arms above her waist.

Miles carefully inserted his arm beneath her legs, slipped the other through her arms, coiled around her waist and held firm.

"Hum." With a light exhale, Miles lifted her up.

Pressed against his firm chest and feeling his strong arms around her waist and legs, Helen’s face completely flushed, she basically froze stiff.

’Am I too heavy? No... no, don’t think about that!’

’This close... he should be able to feel my heartbeat at this rate...’

’No, no. Why do I feel strange?’

The more she thought, the more things felt strange for her. But fortunately, the distance was just a foot away so Miles let go, placing her on the bed like a sacrificial lamb.

Helen’s stiff body gradually relaxed. When she opened her eyes, she blushed again because she met his eyes staring down at her.

"Miss, I’ll have to take them off."

Helen stupidly nodded, not even comprehending what he said.

’Well, this seems easy.’

Miles thought, taking in her outfit.

Helen wore a long black pleated skirt and a gray baggy T-shirt.

Grabbing the skirt, he was about to pull it down when she suddenly jolted and grabbed his hands.

" What.. what are you doing?" she said, panicked with a flushed face.

Miles held back, and spoke calmly, in a smooth tone

"I’m sorry Miss, but I’ll need to take this off to be able to work on you."

Helen was taken aback, speechless, she didn’t let go and shook her head negatively.

’Wait, is he being serious right now?’

Letting go, Miles stood back.

Helen visibly relaxed her guard but didn’t speak, instead she turned her face away.

’No way, she must be mentally unstable.’

Thinking about her swift change in attitude, Miles couldn’t help but think there was something wrong with her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Alright, what should we do Miss?"

Miles squatted next to the bed. Sensing the movement, Helen turned to him once more, a complex of emotions mixed with confusion glinting her eyes.

She tried to speak but then suddenly closed her mouth, biting her lips cutely and unknowingly spiking Miles’ desire.

’Crap, she doesn’t know how dirty that look is.’

"It’s okay Miss, I saw your husband’s picture in the living room just now.

I’m truly sorry for your loss and it’s fine if you don’t want to soil what was once his..."

Miles spoke calmly, each word carefully picked and deliberately soothing in the most relatable tone... he paused, letting his words dilute and as expected, Helen’s expression softened right away.

"...It must have been hard, wasn’t it?" Miles asked softly and continued after a minute nod from Helen.

"I totally understand. You see, I also lost my dad and mom. I live with my step mom who treats me like the son she never had and loving step sisters too."

The moment he said this, Helen’s expression fractured, revealing a look of sadness and pity, a hint of guilt even.

"You know why I said this... it’s because any time I try to give up on life, I’m reminded that my dear loved ones are wishing the best for me.... So Miss, even if your husband no longer lives, wherever he is, he definitely wishes you a good, happy life, to live your life to the fullest. For him, and for yourself, too.