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

acupuncture.

it to gain

hoped that he would at least feel some

eat? Why are

Olivia was rendered speechless.

she had been sold to him as a slave. Did she have to do

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

a look at her hands when she was dressing his wounds. They were

But most people who used firearms would have

massaged him from his shoulders to his back. Finally, she reached

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

said disdainfully, "Pride is worthless.

pinched his waist. "Those are not important

be a saint," Wayne said

was in a better condition after the massage. He patted

It's very tiring," Olivia replied

don't have to do it the day

"Why?"

"The war is starting."