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Jophia Locke quickly dropped her playful expression and replied seriously, “If it’s still heavy, I can’t do much; I don’t have a heavier one.

If you really need it, I can go buy some extra plates tomorrow.”

Greg shook his head and said, “Forget it, no need to try again, this is fine.”

“Alright, then.”

Jophia said, “Go take a shower, the bathrobe and towel are already prepared for you, all new.”

Greg said awkwardly, “Is that necessary? I… didn’t even sweat.”

“Uh…”

Jophia was somewhat at a loss for words, but still said, “You still need to shower, otherwise how can I massage you?”

Thinking there was only one bed in the rest room, Greg’s interest piqued, and he smiled, “Alright, I’ll go wash.”

Having said that, he walked into the bathroom.

Jophia stood outside the door, watching the silhouette projected on the frosted glass. The thought of her bed soon to be occupied by a strange man sent her heart racing.

It wasn’t long before Greg quickly rinsed off in the shower, donning a loose bathrobe as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Jophia was very thoughtful, not only preparing a towel and bathrobe but also a pack of men’s underwear.

Seeing Greg come out, she hastily spread a clean sheet on the bed and said, “Lie down, I’ll start by loosening your shoulders, then work on your back.”

“Okay.”

Greg lay down, closed his eyes, then felt a pair of slender, smooth hands slowly pull his bathrobe down from the top.

Then they moved to the lower half, lifting it to his waist, just covering his private area.

Next, the cool essence oil was dripped onto his shoulders, neck, and other areas, as those slender, smooth hands brushed over them once more.

This time, she applied more pressure, using various techniques to knead his muscles.

Jophia Locke, a certified masseuse, was far superior to Vince Cooper. In just over ten seconds, Greg felt the muscles in his shoulders fully relax.

That sore and tingling sensation was so pleasant he almost hummed aloud.

The somewhat cool hands slid slowly over his back, making his heart flutter.

And in his mind, Jophia Locke’s figure emerged.

Jophia’s figure could be described as perfect, not a bit overweight nor underweight, with every part proportioned harmoniously as if crafted by nature.

Even models might not have a body as good as hers. Such a woman, he must conquer her ultimate package!

Fervor filled Greg’s heart, it was the first time he felt such intense desire for a woman.

Unsure of how much time had passed, Greg was about to fall asleep when suddenly Jophia’s voice came from behind:

“Mr. Jensen, the massage is done. You can sleep a bit; I’ll wake you up in half an hour.”

“Mmm.”

Greg hummed and then closed his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

Ever since he began his training, sleep became optional for him, but he still enjoyed the feeling of sleep.

Whenever time allowed, he never let his practice interfere with his sleep.

But no matter how long he slept, none was as refreshing as this one.

Half an hour later, a gentle hand squeezed his shoulder a few times, bringing that tingling feeling once again.

Greg slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of her cool, aloof face.

“Smile a bit more, you’d look nicer.”

“Uh, okay.”

Jophia Locke’s face lit up with a radiant smile.

Her tight yoga outfit showcased every advantage of her body to the fullest.

Greg Jensen was still in a daze, but upon seeing Jophia Locke he perked up, instinctively reaching out his hand to hold that delicate and tender wrist.

A hint of coolness had just brushed him when his hand swiftly retracted like lightning.

Jophia Locke looked at him warily and said, “Mr. Jensen, this…no touching.”

Greg Jensen laughed heartily, sat up, and, gazing into Jophia Locke’s eyes, asked, “Can you tell me what conditions are required to access the top-tier package?”

Jophia Locke’s face turned red, her voice barely audible, “I… I don’t know.”

“Hahaha, okay, I’m getting up.”

Greg Jensen laughed joyfully, and then realizing Jophia Locke was still standing there, he couldn’t help but tease with a mischievous grin,

“Hey, Miss Locke, Miss Teacher, I said I’m getting up. What are you still doing here? Are you planning to help me get dressed?”

“Ah, then I’ll step out first.”

Jophia Locke blushed again, quickly regained her composure, and resumed her usual cool demeanor, nodded to Greg Jensen, and turned to walk out.

Greg Jensen smiled, got out of bed, dressed, and went to the gym outside.

Jophia Locke glanced at the equipment and said, “Mr. Jensen, that’s it for today’s personal training session. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Aside from the place being a bit small, no other suggestions.”

Greg Jensen didn’t really care much about fitness to begin with; if he hadn’t seen Jophia Locke, he probably wouldn’t have chosen any personal trainer at all.

He finished off with a few casual exercises to test his strength and considered it done.

Jophia Locke seemed a bit uneasy and hesitated, “Maybe I should rent another place.”

“Uh, whatever works,” Greg Jensen replied casually.

Jophia Locke asked, “Does your house have a gym? If it does, I can also offer home service.”

“The house I’m living in now doesn’t have one.”

Greg Jensen was a bit speechless; he was still renting, after all, how could there be a gym?

Jophia Locke earnestly advised, “Then when you buy a house next time, you should consider leaving space for a gym. Even if you don’t use it, it can also be turned into a playroom for your children in the future.”

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

Hearing her words, Greg Jensen was actually considering the idea.

What about buying a house?

Having invested subsequently in the Jade Stone business and the vegetable base, along with Dreamscape Garden’s renovation and opening projects, Greg Jensen actually didn’t have much money left.

If it hadn’t been for Jay Brent playing the role of a cash cow recently, Greg Jensen probably couldn’t even come up with a million.

He had less than two million in his hands, which was enough to buy a house, but nowhere near enough for a nice one.

This cash of less than two million would likely just cover the renovation costs.

However, the private restaurant was starting to make money, and with the village’s herbs being delivered, it wouldn’t take many days for his cash on hand to return to tens of millions.

“Buy, definitely buy!”

“Ah, Mr. Jensen, what are you looking to buy?”

“Of course, a house.”

“A house?”

Jophia Locke looked at Greg Jensen with a surprised face and stammered, “Mr. Jensen, I was just saying it casually, you really don’t have to buy.”

“No problem, I was planning to buy a new house anyway.”

Greg Jensen wasn’t actually lying, because in his heart, that house in the village belonged to Lindsey Wolfe and her mother; it was fine to stay there occasionally, but not for a long term.