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

is sore. Massage it for me when you're done with the acupuncture. You

with it to gain his trust. Even so, she couldn't help but be

hoped that he would at least

Why are

Olivia was rendered speechless.

felt like she had been sold to him as a slave.

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

at her hands when she was

wasn't who she said she was. But most people who used firearms would have calluses on their palms. Olivia

him from his shoulders to his back.

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

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

"Those are not

to be a saint," Wayne

the massage. He patted Olivia's head and said, "Massage me every

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

have to do

"Why?"

"The war is starting."