CHAPTER 267

"Give it a whirl," Rosemary whipped out a massager and put it on Grace's shoulders.

In no time, Grace closed her eyes in comfort, "This thing is amazing! Where did you get it? Bet it cost pretty penny."

She'd bought a few massagers through her friends before, expensive but not too effective. However,this one felt great, so it must've cost a bomb. She always felt guilty making Rosemary spend money.

"Not that pricey," Rosemary set it to a hand massage mode, watching her tenderly.

Grace relaxed and said, "My neck has been killing me for the past few days. I had trouble sleeping. Your gift couldn't have come at a better time!" Rosemary frowned at this, and she addressed her concern, "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"

"I can't bother you with every little thing," Grace started, but Rosemary's slender fingers were already on her arm.

Thankfully, it wasn't a pathological sleep disorder.