Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 191 The Journal

My face burned even redder, but at this point, there was no turning back.

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The moment my silk robe slipped to the floor, I collapsed onto the bed like a lifeless doll, burying my face. into the soft silk sheets beneath me.

Out of the corner of my ear, I thought 1 heard a faint chuckle from Carter, though I didn't dare to lift my head and confirm it.

Muffled by the sheets, I muttered, "Carter, you can start now."

To break the awkwardness, I even tried to joke. "Don't go easy on me just because I'm a delicate woman."

"Alright." His laugh was clearer this time, low and warm

Then, he lifted my leg gently.

The unexpected contact made me flinch, my instincts pulling me away.

"Don't be scared, Zoey,"

His soothing tone calmed me, and I forced myself to stay still as he applied a cool ointment to my calf and began spreading it evenly.

The room filled with the faint scent of herbs. The moment his fingers pressed down, I couldn't help but

cry out.

I'm not even using much pressu

"Okay...

Relax."

He started massaging gently. "It might hurt a little at first, but the ointment works best with this technique. You'll feel much better tomorrow."

His words startled me. "Wait, you're going to massage it too?

"Of course. After exercise, you do stretches or use a massage gun to relax your muscles, don't you? This is the same idea. Just think of me as your massage therapist." Think of Carter as a massage therapist. Who in their right mind would dare?

Still, his technique felt surprisingly professional. Each motion pressed perfectly into the tension points along my muscles and tendons.

Gripping the sheets tightly, I clenched my teeth against the pain.

"Just hang in there, he murmured in a low, soothing voice, "A bit of pain now, and you'll feel much better

afterward.

"Alright...

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loosened. A wave of relief washed over me,

chin on the back of my hand. "Carter, how

do this?"

a leg injury, he was astonishingly

said casually. "Alright, next is

had earned my trust, so I nodded.

spoke too

he rolled my dress up to the top of my thigh, the heat that had

brushed against my skin. I

shooting pain. His eyes, warm and focused, met mine. "Be good. Zoey. Just endure it

faint, almost imperceptible trace of something

into the sheets, silently chanting in my

fingertips against my skin. Each stroke

under the soft glow of streetlights. The yard lights cast

started to

always dealt with my injuries alone, quietly enduring without anyone to lean

always been focused on

attention

patience for nearly two hours. He seemed tireless,

guilt started to creep in. It didn't seem fair for him to keep going

feeling much better now. You can stop. Aren't

fine. Are you sure

off the bed and spun around in front

knew it, I

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me close as his deep, husky voice murmured in my car, "Zoey,

until I was cocooned. From under the blankets, I mumbled, "Good

softly, his tone carrying a trace of indulgence. "Good

passed, I could still feel the lingering warmth of his fingertips on my

too exhausted to dwell on

morning of training, Damian reminded me, "Mrs. Bolton, the

paused mid-crunch, beads of sweat rolling down

"All the Boltons,

dinner. Given the tension between the two families recently, the Sanders were likely using the festive season as an opportunity

to return anyway. My old room still held a few personal items I needed to retrieve, including a journal that chronicled everything I'd

well, so it shouldn't have

become the key evidence to take Anna

I'll go get

my weary body back to my room, I took a shower. When I emerged, Carter was waiting for me. with a smile and some ointment. "Come on, Zoey.

he'd predicted, I

way, does massage help your leg? If it does, maybe I could try giving

me; I wanted to return