Chapter 266 Rafael the Servant
Now reclining on the couch in the Gucci VVIP showroom, Hera felt the weariness from wearing high heels. She leaned back, letting out a sigh of relief as Sandra picked out accessories for Logan. Hera took a break from flipping through the brochure, allowing herself a moment to rest.
Observing Hera’s fatigue, Rafael carefully set down his belongings and knelt before her on one knee. Tenderly, he lifted Hera’s feet onto his raised knee and began massaging her calves and legs with focused attention, ensuring the pressure was just right.
Hera was taken aback, and everyone in the showroom shared in the surprise, creating a momentary pause as if time itself had momentarily stopped.
Hera’s eyes fluttered open at the touch, and she instinctively started to sit up on the couch. Rafael gently urged her to relax and browse around while he continued massaging her calves and legs. Not stopping there, he carefully removed Hera’s shoe, tenderly kneading the soles of her feet and soothing her nerves.
He attentively observed Hera’s every frown and gasp, meticulously adjusting the pressure of his massage to suit her preferences and alleviate any discomfort. With each subtle reaction she displayed, Rafael refined his technique, focusing solely on her responses to improve his approach. As he noticed Hera’s brow relaxing and her tense muscles gradually softening, a smile of satisfaction spread across Rafael’s face. He couldn’t help but feel happy, knowing he was effectively easing her tension on his first attempt.
He didn’t even show any signs of disgust or any frown on his brows, he looked dedicatedly serious. In fact, he was enjoying the massage more than Hera, he never would have thought that a woman’s feet were so small and soft that he felt like touching a marshmallow, he felt his own fatigue disappearing the more he pressed on Hera’s small little feet.
Her feet were small and beautiful, with soft, unsweaty soles and perfectly trimmed nails painted a healthy shade of pink. Rafael couldn’t help but admire Hera’s feet; while he had never particularly focused on feet before or had any fetish in this regard, seeing Hera’s had him appreciating their elegance and allure for the first time.
Everyone in the room watched in silence as Rafael served Hera like a humble servant. The man known for his arrogance was now kneeling before her, his movements delicate and attentive. His transformation did not go unnoticed by Hera or anyone else. If word of this scene were to spread among high society, people would surely think it was a jest. Rafael’s arrogance, domineering attitude, and pride were well-known, making this display all the more surprising.
He is the typical bad-boy male lead. While he didn’t care about his reputation, his pride mattered greatly to him. What he was doing now was a stark contrast to his usual image. However, at this moment, that was the least of his concerns—he genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself.
The way Rafael squeezed the soles of Hera’s feet was akin to how a cat person would squeeze a cat’s cute, tiny paws. He wanted to squeeze tightly but held himself back, captivated by their softness and cuteness. Clenching his teeth, he continued to massage her. Each glide of Rafael’s powerful thumb on her soles made Hera gasp in delight, barely keeping her lips from letting out a satisfied moan.
Seeing this, everyone felt like they were intruding on a private moment. Sandra, in particular, knew Hera must be tired from their afternoon of shopping. She wasn’t oblivious to Hera’s attempts to give Rafael a hard time, and it was surprising that Rafael hadn’t gone ballistic or flipped a table in anger after being treated like a mule all afternoon.