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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glanced down at the bedspread, now crumpled

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wave of relief washed over me, making me almost eager

Ladmitted, reging my chin on the back of my hand. "Carter, how do you even know how

do this?"

someone with a leg injury, he

said casually. "Alright, next

my trust, so I nodded. "Sure, no

spoke

dress up to the top of my thigh, the heat that had finally subsided returned with a vengeance, spreading across my

instant his fingertips brushed against my skin. I

my forehead from the sharp, shooting pain. His eyes, warm and focused, met

faint, almost imperceptible trace of something intimate

my face into the sheets, silently chanting in

my skin. Each stroke sent my

begun falling again, fluttering down under the soft glow of streetlights. The yard lights cast a

started to

injuries alone, quietly

been focused on

attention

unwavering patience for nearly two hours. He seemed tireless,

It didn't seem

I'm feeling much better now. You can stop. Aren't your hands

"I'm fine. Are you sure you're feeling

the bed and spun around in front

I knew it, I fell straight into his

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slipped around my slender waist, holding me close as his deep, husky voice murmured in my car, "Zoey, I'm

tightly around myself until

chuckled softly, his tone carrying a

could still feel the lingering warmth of his fingertips on my

to dwell on it and quickly fell

after a grueling morning of training, Damian reminded me, "Mrs. Bolton, the Sanders have invited you over for dinner tonight." The

of sweat rolling down my cheeks.

"All the Boltons,

two families recently,

to retrieve, including a journal that chronicled everything I'd been through in recent years-especially

the journal well, so it shouldn't have been confiscated by

that journal would become the key evidence to take

I'll go

I emerged, Carter was waiting for me.

as he'd predicted, I was starting to feel less shy

you, Carter. By the way, does massage help your leg? If it does, maybe I could

so much for me; I wanted to