Chapter 93 Massage the Ankle

The man's deep, icy voice suddenly rang out.

"Excuse me, please."

The woman, as if under some spell, obediently stood up.

Lucas Shaw bent down and gently placed Serena Summers on the sofa to sit, then knelt on one knee and reached out to grasp her slender ankle.

This gesture sparked a flurry of spectating and screaming.

With his chiseled features and an aura of authority natural to those in a privileged position, Lucas emanated an intimidating presence that made people keep their distance.

However, at that moment, seeing him kneeling on one knee, with a gentle and affectionate expression, many women's hearts began racing uncontrollably.

Who said Mr. Lucas Shaw was an ailing, dying man?

The way he just carried her princess-style was bursting with boyfriend vibes, okay?

And the kneeling on one knee? It was the very picture of a man proposing to the woman he loves.

So romantic!

Serena Summers was taken aback, her cheeks still flushed with red.

"What are you doing?"