Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

"You don't have to be so nervous, Ms. Ophelia. You just have to focus on providing treatment for Mr. Maxwell. He requested for you to go to him and administer treatment."

When Olivia got there, Wayne had just gotten out of the bathroom. He had a towel around his waist. His muscular torso and calves were exposed.

The bandages she put on him yesterday were all wet. It looked like some blood was seeping from them.

This man was completely unhinged. Olivia had met plenty of men, but Wayne was the roughest of them all. He was a complete maniac.

"Don't you know you're hurt?" Olivia asked as she pointed at his arm.

Wayne dried his hair casually with a towel. He said nonchalantly, "That's why I asked you to come treat me. Do you have a problem with that?"

What was he thinking? Wayne was testing the limits of her patience.

Olivia glared at him angrily and poked at his head. "Are you insane? Let me go if you plan to die! I won't be able to cure you no matter how good I am if you're uncooperative."

Wayne grabbed her finger and looked at her with anger in his eyes. "I can break this finger with a slight twist. Don't get too cocky, woman."

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set aside the bandages and the medical supplies. She picked up a pair of

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