Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 96

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Chapter 96

The treatment room in Adam’s villa glowed with its usual soft light rene closed the door behind them, already slipping into doctor mode despite the warmth lingering from watching Adam Interact with her children.

Adam rolled to his usual spot, automatically pushing up his sleeves as he settled in for their routine. He glanced up, expecting to see Irene grabbing her equipment, but caught her studying him instead, her eyes narrowed in assessment.

“Changing things up tonight,” she said, setting her medical bag aside

Adam cocked an eyebrow. “No gear today?”

“Not yet.” Irene moved closer, her white sneakers silent against the bor. “First I need to check how your legs are responding to treatment, see if we need to adjust our approach.”

Something about her tonight felt different–her focus sharper, more intent than usual. She dropped to a crouch beside his wheelchair, eyes already scanning his legs with clinical interest.

“How exactly do we check?” Adam asked, his tone carrying genuine respect beneath the question.

Irene didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned forward, her slender fingers delicate yet somehow radiating strength–pressed against key points on his thigh. Each touch calculated, methodical as she tested the muscles beneath.

Feel anything?” she murmured, gaze locked on his leg.

Adam’s thigh muscles tightened involuntarily beneath her fingertips. His breath caught–an unexpected reaction that blindsided him. Something like a faint electrical current skimmed across his skin, awakening sensations dormant for months.

What cosmic joke landed me here? he mused silently, wrestling his features into neutrality. The contradiction wasn’t lost on him–the man who’d built impenetrable walls around his personal space now sat still while this woman’s hands mapped his body, unable to voice even a whisper of protest.

Taking his silence as a negative, Irene shifted her fingers several inches higher, pressing more firmly against his thigh.

“There!” Adam blurted, sucking in a sharp breath that stopped her cold. “I felt that.”

Irene’s head snapped up, her dark eyes meeting his, waiting silently for details.

“Just above the knee,” he explained, voice steadier now. “And here- he gestured toward his inner thigh, “-a bit higher. Can you press there again?”

She nodded, fingers finding those spots with

uncanny

accuracy.

“This spat registers pressure,” Adam reported, focusing on clinical observations to distract from the awkwardness. “This one feels tingly. The rest are still…”

The next fifteen minutes passed in concentrated silence as Irene methodically tested various points on both legs. Adam for himself watching her work–noting how completely she transformed when immersed in her craft. The woman who rolled he his stubbornness vanished, replaced by someone laser–focused, almost reverent in her attention to detail.

Eventually Irene back on her heels, a small sigh escaping her lips. The tight lines around her eyes softened, satisfaction

briefly replacing

clinical mask.

“Better than you expected?” Adam asked, catching that flicker of approval.

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Chapter 96

“Much.” One word, but it canned weight. Irene reached for her portable treatment kit, unzipping it with practiced ease,

With a quick flick of her wrist, she unfolded her equipment–precision instruments gleaming under the room’s soft lighting. She selected a small device, her expression shifting into total concentration as she positioned it against his leg.

“New technique?” Adam asked, noticing she’d placed the device differently than before.

“Yeah.” Irene adjusted the angle slightly. “I’m targeting an area most loctors wouldn’t touch. Her eyes flicked up to his briefly, “Don’t move. One wrong twitch now could mess up our entire treatment plan.

“Got it.” Adam went perfectly still, though his eyes remained fixed of her hands, captivated by their steady movements.

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