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.

allowed Olivia

for me when you're done with the acupuncture. You practice medicine, so you

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

hoped that he would at least feel some

not get to eat? Why are you

Olivia was rendered speechless.

felt like she had been sold to him as

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

his own. He had taken a look at her hands when she

she wasn't who she said she was. But most people who used firearms would have calluses

massaged him from his shoulders to his back.

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

snickered and said disdainfully, "Pride is worthless. Both power and money are

waist. "Those are

you pretend to be

a better condition after the massage. He patted Olivia's head and said, "Massage me

on. That's too much. It's very tiring," Olivia replied

don't have to do it the day

"Why?"

"The war is starting."