C7 Ms Zoe Called

Mrs. Zeller's eyes darted toward Blaine, her face flushed with embarrassment. But her right foot was still throbbing, causing her whole frame to list. As Mrs. Zeller teetered toward the coffee table, Blaine swiftly set Ruby down and rushed to Mrs. Zeller's side.

"Watch out," Blaine cautioned in a gentle tone, swiftly catching her in his arms as she nearly fell.

"Uncle Blaine, you're so strong!" Ruby exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight as she watched the scene unfold.

"Ruby, go to your room, please," Mrs. Zeller urged, her voice laced with anxiety.

Standing there with nothing to cover her, Mrs. Zeller's figure was fully revealed to Blaine, and with her daughter witnessing the moment, a deep sense of shame welled up inside her. Her face was a portrait of mortification.

Blaine's hands encountered something unexpectedly soft, and upon seeing Mrs. Zeller's look of embarrassment, he quickly withdrew his hands, steadying her by the shoulders instead.

Mrs. Zeller let out a stifled moan as a wave of heat washed over her, prompting her to close her eyes. A peculiar burning sensation engulfed her, particularly where Blaine's touch had lingered, sending a tingling current through her.

Inhaling Mrs. Zeller's distinctive scent, Blaine's right hand began to wander, gently squeezing before he could stop himself.

Sensing Mrs. Zeller's tender form, Blaine felt a profound satisfaction.

Mrs. Zeller shifted slightly, a subtle struggle against his hold. Blaine immediately released her, and she quickly wrapped herself in a towel. She cast a complex look back at Blaine before limping off to the bedroom.

Blaine watched Mrs. Zeller's hips sway as she walked away, and he involuntarily swallowed hard.

The master bedroom door shut with force, signaling Mrs. Zeller's irritation.

Collecting himself, Blaine headed to the bathroom. There, Mrs. Zeller's black lace lingerie lay, exuding an alluring fragrance. Blaine stripped off his clothes and braced himself under the chill of the ice water.

Throughout the process, Blaine's gaze remained fixed on the set of black lace lingerie.

The night passed in silence, and by morning, the fiery red sun had risen, casting thousands of rays of light upon the earth. A single ray of sunlight streamed through the window, warming the entire house.

Blaine got dressed, picked up his acupuncture needles, and stepped outside.

Ruby's condition was unique, requiring Blaine to frequently administer acupuncture and supplement it with medication. As for the likelihood of a full recovery, Blaine estimated his chances at about sixty to seventy percent.

Upon opening the door, Blaine encountered Mrs. Zeller clad in a black nightgown. Her complexion was slightly pale, lending her an alluring, sickly beauty.

She appeared to have had a restless night, looking weary in Blaine's presence.

"Is Ruby up?" Blaine inquired gently.

Mrs. Zeller nodded and made her way back to the master bedroom.

Mrs. Zeller's aloof demeanor told Blaine she was likely upset about the previous night's events. Blaine chose not to offer any explanation; his light pinch had been nearly reflexive.

Inside the master bedroom, Ruby looked visibly upset, her little mouth turned down in a pout. The sight of the acupuncture needles in Blaine's hand brought a reddish hue to her eyes, as if she were on the verge of tears.

Blaine offered a reassuring smile and gently patted Ruby's head before swiftly performing the acupuncture treatment.

Since arriving in Wexham and practicing the Ghost Valley Immortal Cultivating Secret Technique, Blaine's body had generated a modest amount of spiritual energy. Though scant, it significantly enhanced both his cultivation and his medical practice.

Blaine's reserves of spiritual energy might have been meager, but he spared no expense when it came to treating Ruby.

After thirty minutes, Blaine packed away his needles and glanced over at Mrs. Zeller, who watched Ruby with a look of deep concern. The neckline of her V-neck nightgown offered a glimpse of what lay beneath, revealing a flash of snow-white skin to Blaine's eyes...

As Blaine was taking in the stunning vistas of Mrs. Zeller's mountain peaks, his phone suddenly buzzed to life.

It was a call from Zoe, and Blaine quickly hit the answer button.

"Blaine, you need to get out of Wexham fast. Take my car," Zoe urged with a note of panic in her voice.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Somebody trashed the beauty salon!" Zoe exclaimed, her voice tinged with distress.