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

with the acupuncture. You practice medicine,

to put up with it to gain

would

get to eat? Why are you so weak? Put your

Olivia was rendered speechless.

she felt like she had been sold to him as a slave. Did she have to do his bidding in

the warmth of Olivia's hands. The force she applied was perfect. She was very on point with the pressure

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

suspected that she wasn't who she said she was. But most

his shoulders to his back. Finally,

is as far down as I'm willing

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

his waist. "Those are not important

because you pretend to be a saint," Wayne

was in a better condition after the massage. He patted

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

do it the day

"Why?"

"The war is starting."