Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 49

Irene barely acknowledged Thomas’s flustered response, her professional demeanor taking over. “Help your boss get ready. We need to start today’s treatment.” Her voice carried that no–nonsense tone that brooked no argument.

Thomas nodded quickly, eager to move past the awkward moment. I hurried to assist Adam, his movements careful and practiced from years of experience.

The usual treatment proceeded smoothly at first the familiar routine of neurostimulation and therapeutic bath completed without incident. But when Adam emerged in casual loungewear, his expression shifted to surprise at finding Irene still in his room.

“Hold on, we’re not done yet,” she said, catching his surprised look. Look, you need physical therapy – keeps the blood flowing. stops your muscles from wasting away. Pretty important stuff if you want this to work.”

Adam stiffened immediately, his CEO authority flickering. “I’ve got people for that.”

“Yeah, and they’re doing a great job with the maintenance,” Irene admitted, giving his legs a professional once–over. “But this is different. This isn’t your regular massage – it’s part of the whole treatment package. And sorry, but I’ve got to be the one doing it.

The tension in the room thickened as Adam’s face darkened, his lips pressed into a thin line of hesitation. Irene read his reluctance easily.

“Hey, your call,” she shrugged. “We can skip it. Just gonna add about six months to your recovery time, that’s all.”

“Six months?” Thomas choked out. “You’re kidding, right?”

–

“Listen,” Irene’s voice stayed level but took on a no–nonsense edge, “I told you before this stuff matters. Everything I’m doing here? It’s to get you walking faster. I know what I’m doing, trust me on this one.”

Thomas turned to his boss, his tone gentle. “Sir, maybe we should give it a try?” Reading the room, he started edging toward the door. “I’ll just… wait outside.” The door clicked shut behind him with exaggerated gentleness.

Better not see too much, Thomas thought as he retreated. Some things are better left unknown!

Adam’s expression darkened to something bordering on thunderous, his internal struggle evident in the tight line of his jaw. The mere thought of what was about to happen made his eyes darken dangerously. But against that discomfort, another voice whispered in his mind – six months. Six more months confined to this chair when every second already felt like an eternity.

His fingers tightened on the armrests as memories flooded back – endless days watching the world from this seated position, countless nights dreaming of simply standing up and walking. After waiting so long, after trying everything possible, could he really let pride add another half year to his confinement? The desperate need to walk again – to stand on his own two feet right now if possible – finally won out over his dignity.

–

Irene glanced at her watch – she had kids and a grandfather waiting at home. No time for extended drama. “Well? What’s it gonna

be?”

“Do it,” Adam said quietly, each word costing him visible effort.

“Smart choice.” Irene snapped her fingers briskly, already moving into position.

Adam sat ramrod straight, jaw clenched, hands forming loose fists on his thighs. His breathing came in measured counts – trying and failing to look relaxed. His eyes darted everywhere but at her as she knelt beside him.

The moment her hands made contact, his body jerked like he’d been shocked. Sensation flooded his legs not the usual numbness, but something more immediate. His muscles tensed involuntarily under her touch.

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Chapter 49

“Jeez, you’re wound up tight here.” Irene muttered, her fingers hitting spots he never knew could hurt this much. This was nothing like his usual therapy sessions – every touch sent shocks through his system, lighting up nerves he’d forgotten existed.

He managed to grit his teeth through fifteen minutes of torture before finally cracking. “Are we done yet?”

Irene glanced up, her hands stopping right away. “Yeah, that’s normal hurts like hell, right? Look, we’ll take it slow at first. Can’t just jump into the deep end with this stuff.”

That casual mention of “taking it slow” and “at first hit Adam like a punch to the gut. The implications were crystal clear – this intimate invasion of his personal space wasn’t just a one–time thing It would become routine. And worse, the sessions would get longer. He kept his expression neutral, even as his thoughts churned in turmoil.

–

Irene, completely oblivious to his internal crisis, started packing up her things. “Getting late – you should get some rest. We’re done for today.”

She headed home, her mind already on her children and grandfather completely unaware of the chaos she’d left in her wake. Behind her, in a luxurious bedroom that suddenly felt more like a prison, Adam sat in frozen silence, his body still tingling from treatment while his pride smarted from the indignity of it all.

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