Jayden Maguire laughed after seeing it and said, "Actually, it's not that small."
"What's not that small?"
Nana Monty looked at Jayden Maguire in confusion, then followed his gaze downward, quickly sitting up straight, blushing as she scolded, "You pervert, no wonder you love getting foot massages from me—taking the chance to cop a feel."
"Hey, copping a feel is just a bonus. Foot massages are my real favorite." Jayden Maguire praised, "My wife's hands are magic, way better than any foot masseur out there."
Nana Monty pouted, "Stop calling me wife all the time; it gives me goosebumps."
They were divorced, so calling her "wife" wasn't exactly appropriate.
"So what should I call you, honey, babe, or Henny?" Jayden Maguire said with all seriousness, "I still prefer to call you wife."
"Ha!" Nana Monty sneered and then gave a vicious press on a certain acupoint on Jayden Maguire's foot, making him howl in pain, "Wife, are you trying to murder your husband?"
