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."

"Oh please, the domineering act is so out of

medical supplies. Wayne looked at Alan

of character in novels—the type of man that would treat women domineeringly. It seems to have gone out

finally understood what he

what's in

Maxwell, I wouldn't know. I don't read novels. How

his chin. "Do I speak very

think anything was wrong with how he spoke. That woman was probably just

"Hey, you..."

the medical supplies. She

his arm after she said that. She saw the bleeding wound underneath and dabbed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol on

let the wounds get soaked. It'll be troublesome if you get an

a stern expression, "You might think

area like this, medical supplies are extremely precious to refugees because they can save lives. You shouldn't waste

are you concerned about