Marked By The Billionaire

Chapter 9: Being Touched

The nurse was half a head taller than Lucy and when she stretched out her arms, she put the blindfold directly on Lucy’s head.

Her long hair sweeping her cheek was very itchy, and the nurse holding her was not very gentle. She couldn’t tell if it was either deliberate strength or natural power.

Lucy scolded her in secret, and had to reach out her other hand to adjust her hair.

As she adjusted her hair, a small slit in the blindfold opened up in front of her.

Lucy looked forward, and there was a luxurious, large bed placed across from a white screen outside.

A bed like this looked far more at home in a hotel than a hospital.

The expert was exclusive. To her surprise, she might enjoy such treatment.

Lucy saw the nurse stop and hurry to pull her blindfold down.

The nurse stretched her arms forward and touched a soft area.

“This is the examination area. Please take off your shoes.”

Lucy carefully moved to the bedside and sat down. It was much softer than she imagined.

“Take off your shoes and lay down well.”

She was dressed in a flowery dress, with a delicate brooch.

She had dressed like this because she was going to have to negotiate with someone at work today. The other party was one of the medical institutions on the list, a big client.

The manager worked overtime every day, and the next day he would come relatively late. Lucy wanted to check quickly, so she might be able to catch up. She stretched out her hand to pull her zipper behind her, without any hesitation.

As she pulled down the dress zipper, a piece of her hair got stuck inside, and she felt a pain on her scalp.

The nurse might have still been inside. Lucy could not see, but she still turned her head habitually.


footsteps, and

I have no idea how to take

out her long black hair and then helped

thanked him and quickly took

underwear were left, and Lucy realized something. Only her top half would need

her body in this situation, and it felt a little unnatural. She took


A male

male doctors, and even

“Are you a doctor?”

seemed to be dissatisfied with her question

gnawed her teeth, and loosened her

little strange, with two group of soft muscle exposed to

big hand pinched her, and Lucy instantly became

you have to touch my

“I’m having a look

the doctor was male. The air was filled with an

the little woman wearing the blindfold with

too big or too small, just right; and her legs were long and straight. He had felt her butt at the hotel that night,

whether the doctor was watching her, for the doctor


smiled and lowered himself. He bent over and clasped her wrists over her head, and his other hand was pressed

“Goblins.” He whispered

tone, and the familiar

could not break away from the force that bounded her

let me go, I’ll bring you to

his eyebrows, reaching out a finger to slip past her chest, “Do you think I’m afraid?” In New York,

pounding, was he really a

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