Chapter 16 Harrowing

In years of being a masseur, Sherry could not imagine that the young girl’s light presses could turn out so painful.

“Miss Summers, pardon me,” the girl looked a little apologetic. A closer look told Sherry that the girl didn’t seem a day over twenty, yet possessed such expertise surpassing her own in massage therapy.

There wasn’t a point in blaming the girl. If anything, she should have pointed out that the pressure used by the girl was just too strong for her.

“You did nothing wrong,” Sherry said calmly. “But why did it hurt so much? I’ve never experienced anything like this.” She left out the part she was a masseur. She didn’t want any judgment from any of Stark’s maids.

“Miss, have you been sleeping and eating well? It seems that you have a lot of ‘heat’ trapped inside you,” the girl explained. “For you to feel better, this heat needs to be expelled from your body, but are you able to withstand the pressure of the massage?”