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.

his face down and allowed Olivia to stick needles into his head as

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

with it to gain

would at least feel

get to eat? Why are you so weak? Put

Olivia was rendered speechless.

like she had been sold to him as

was perfect. She was very on point with the pressure points, and it

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

was. But most

hands massaged him from his shoulders to his back. Finally, she reached his

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

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

waist. "Those are not

be a saint,"

like his body was in a better condition after the massage. He patted

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

have to do it

"Why?"

"The war is starting."