Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 903 Massage for Him

She even found several pieces of the cocktail dress.

Maisie popped out of the cloakroom, asking him, "Why did you get me cocktail dresses?"

Ezra propped up from the bed, and answered, "Tomorrow there's a dinner party. I want you to go with me."

Maisie frowned, "Me? Is that appropriate?"

As a woman engaged in business, she was clear that people like Ezra need to attend various occasions at the end of the year. But still, she was startled that he was bringing her. Ezra hummed, "What's inappropriate? You are Mrs. Cantillo. If I don't go with you, who should I go with?"

Maisie tried to explain, "I mean is it appropriate to bring a family member to the party? And is it a bit awkward for others to see me at such an event? You know, we just got married." "You don't want to go with me, do you?" Ezra narrowed his eyes and pointed out what was going on in Maisie's mind.

She pressed her lips, refraining from saying a word.

To expose their relationship was not in her plan. Who would know the meeting with Nancy at the airport could stir so much popularity? It even went on hot trending.

If she were to go with him, the tie between them would only become stronger.

So she didn't want to go with him, truly.

After staring at Maisie for who knew how long a time, Ezra pulled the quilt over to cover himself and, like her, refused to respond to the outer world.

His discontent Maisie sensed. But the question was, she thought she did not do anything wrong. And instead of trying to comfort him or initiate a conversation, Maisie simply went to the bathroom. Actually, it was Ezra who was trying to blur the line all the time. Maisie had told him before they got married about the divorce thing, but he always ignored her, hoping they could be normal couples. The moment the door was closed, Ezra sprung up from the bed.

It never appeared more clear to him that Maisie didn't care a little about him. She was totally indifferent to his state of mind. Whether he was happy or not she didn't care. She never was a woman who would coax a man, and according to the current situation, it was almost impossible that she would come to soothe him.

Ezra was discouraged. But on second thoughts, he coaxed himself out of depression. Well, better to alleviate the tension himself. Otherwise, he should suffer if she truly refused to talk to him.

He averted his attention and fixed it on his son who was sleeping on the baby's bed and went to lie down on the couch.

He could never let Maisie sleep on a couch, though the couch was indeed uncomfortable for a man of his height. While lying on it, Ezra started to browse through his phone and liked Nina's new update.

Soon Nina texted him, "Isn't it the middle of the night in China, Mr. Cantillo? Why are you liking my posts instead of spending your happy time with Maisie?"

Ezra had sufficient proof that it was sarcasm. Nina knew at this stage there couldn't be any intimacy between him and Maisie. What happy time could there be?

He answered, "She wants nothing but to leave. What opportunity do you think I have?"

In return, Nina sent a list of lol. Ezra, on his part, believed that was the end of their conversation.

He knew what kind of person Nina was based on his observation of what happened between Julian and Emilia, someone who took delight in others' misery.

Nina sent another text, "I have an idea that might help you retain her."

"What's that?" His interest was aroused instantly.

Nina texted, "Get another baby, well, if you had the chance."

Her idea was hardly helpful. If he had the chance, Ezra wouldn't be as upset as now.

But her idea generated new fascination in his mind. Ezra could not help imagining what their next child would look like. He hoped they could have a girl. Then they would have children of both sexes. The thought of having a little girl softened Ezra's heart. He used to laugh at Julian for being servile to his daughter, now he only felt he would be a better servant than him.

Hearing the sound wafting from the bathroom, he immediately dropped the phone and pretended that he had fallen asleep, or Maisie would drag him to sleep on the bed.

When Maisie came out, she saw Ezra lying on the couch with his long legs up on the arms on the other end. A quite uncomfortable position indeed. "Ezra?" She called his name in a subdued voice.

They agreed that he should sleep on the bed, didn't they? Why was he on the couch?

"Go sleep on the bed." She shook him slightly seeing that there was no reaction.

He rolled over and turned his face to the couch.

Maisie slightly frowned. He had fallen asleep while she took a shower?

She bowed down and approached him to see whether he was truly asleep.

She had just taken a shower and as her fragrance wafted towards him, his throat could not help bobbing.

Maisie saw it instantly, straightened herself, and headed to the bed with anger.

If he wanted to sleep on the couch with his dirty thoughts, then so be it.

Maisie had a good sleep on the bed, while Ezra felt soreness everywhere.

When seeing him turning his neck, Maisie felt guilty again.

After her son was dressed, Maisie approached him and proposed, "Do you want me to rub your neck?"

After all, Ezra gave the bed to her and Nancy would definitely question her if she saw Ezra had a stiff neck.

The hand on his neck stiffened, and he asked a bit surprised, "For me?"

"Do you want it or not?" Maisie just put it.

"Yes, please. I could hardly turn my neck." Said Ezra while sitting on the couch.

Maisie stood behind him, putting her hands on his neck. But Ezra let out a hiss as she rubbed his neck, "Maisie, are you trying to kill me?"

"I haven't started yet."

Then she continued rubbing as Ezra was howling, "Ouch."

"Hold on. It may hurt a bit. But after a while, you will feel much better." Of course, Maisie was not rubbing randomly. She liked traditional Chinese medicine and stuff like acupuncture and massage, but she was too busy to learn when she was at work. After the baby came into her life, she bought books and learned carefully.

The pediatric massage was especially helpful.

Meanwhile, she also studied adult massage. She even went to learn from the experts in massage house. Rubbing Ezra's neck was only a piece of cake. It was just his voice sounded like she was really going to murder him.