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

is sore. Massage it for me when you're done with the acupuncture. You practice medicine, so you should

to gain his trust. Even so, she couldn't

would at least feel some

Why are you so weak?

Olivia was rendered speechless.

him as a slave. Did she have to

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

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

she said she was. But most

his shoulders to his back. Finally, she reached

I'm willing to massage. I have my pride," Olivia said

worthless. Both power and

his waist. "Those are

because you pretend to be a

in a better condition after the massage. He patted Olivia's head

much. It's very tiring," Olivia

to do it the day

"Why?"

"The war is starting."