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.

lay in bed with his face down and allowed Olivia to stick needles into

me when you're done with the acupuncture. You

but she convinced herself to put up with it to gain his trust. Even so, she

hoped that he would at least feel some

Why are you so weak? Put

Olivia was rendered speechless.

sold to him as a slave. Did she

she applied was perfect. She was very

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

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

from his shoulders to

as far down as I'm

disdainfully, "Pride is worthless. Both power and

"Those are

to be a saint," Wayne said

the massage. He

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

to do it the

"Why?"

"The war is starting."