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.

face down and allowed Olivia to stick needles

with the acupuncture. You practice

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

hoped that he would at

you not get to eat? Why are you so weak? Put your back

Olivia was rendered speechless.

as a slave. Did she have to

could feel the warmth of Olivia's hands. The force she applied was perfect. She was very on

own. He had taken a look at her hands when she was dressing his wounds. They were

said she was. But most people who used firearms would have

shoulders to his back. Finally, she reached

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

is worthless. Both power

pinched his waist. "Those are

pretend to be a saint,"

after the massage. He patted

much. It's very tiring," Olivia

do it

"Why?"

"The war is starting."