I stood at the doorway and hesitated for a while before saying, "Please tell Veronica that I'll wash and return her clothes very soon."

Without glancing at me, he murmured, "Mm."

"I'm leaving. Sorry for bothering you."

"Mm,” he repeated.

I was about to go when I saw him bending over to rub his calf. It seemed like he was struggling as his legs couldn't support him.

"Let me rub the legs for you." I walked in. "I've learned massage in the past two years and my ...