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.

and allowed Olivia to stick needles into his head as she

me when you're done with the acupuncture.

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

that he would at least feel some

to eat? Why are you so weak? Put

Olivia was rendered speechless.

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

perfect. She was

at her hands when she was dressing his wounds. They were tender, soft,

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

his shoulders to

now. This is as far down as I'm willing

and said disdainfully, "Pride is worthless.

his waist. "Those are not important to

you pretend to be a saint," Wayne said

body was in a better condition after the massage. He patted Olivia's head and said, "Massage me every day from

much. It's very tiring," Olivia replied

to do it

"Why?"

"The war is starting."