Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

After a while, Wayne walked into the room briskly and beckoned her over.

"Come. Begin treatment."

Olivia was very obedient this time. She had already prepared everything she needed for the treatment in advance.

"Take off your clothes."

"You do it."

"Why are you so lazy?" Olivia grumbled as she pulled on the zipper of his jacket.

She slowed down visibly when she was close to the wound on his arm. She tugged at the sleeve lightly with one hand and pressed on his arm lightly with the other.

Wayne's skin color was slightly tanned. The contrast was very obvious when Olivia's fingers were on his skin.

Did all women have such small hands? Were they all so pale?

Olivia's hand felt soft and tender on his arm. For some reason, Wayne thought about the time he slapped her bottom. It was also very soft and supple.

She didn't know what was going through his mind. She was just changing his bandages for him. Before he could savor her touch more, she was already done with the bandaging.

and allowed Olivia to stick needles into

with the acupuncture. You practice medicine, so you should be more knowledgeable about the pressure points,

but she convinced herself to put up with it to gain his trust. Even so, she couldn't help

he would at

not get to eat? Why are you

Olivia was rendered speechless.

had been sold to him as a slave. Did she

of Olivia's hands. The force she applied was perfect. She was very

look at her hands when she was dressing his wounds. They were tender,

she was. But most people who used firearms would have calluses on their

to his back. Finally, she

this now. This is as far down as I'm willing to massage. I have my pride," Olivia

is worthless. Both power and money are more

pinched his waist. "Those are not

pretend to be a saint," Wayne

the massage. He patted Olivia's head

tiring," Olivia replied

do

"Why?"

"The war is starting."