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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at the bedspread, now crumpled in my

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relief washed over me, making me almost

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

do this?"

a leg injury, he was

up along the way," he said casually. "Alright,

skillful hands had earned my trust, so I

spoke too

the top of my thigh, the heat that had

his fingertips brushed against my skin. I

the sharp, shooting pain. His eyes, warm and focused, met mine.

was a faint, almost imperceptible trace

face into the sheets, silently chanting in

couldn't ignore the sensation of his fingertips against my skin. Each stroke sent my thoughts spiraling in directions I

falling again, fluttering down under the soft glow of streetlights. The yard lights cast a warm and festive glow, creating an almost

started to

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

always been

attention

patience for nearly two hours. He seemed tireless, far more enduring than

was beginning to feel better, guilt started to creep in. It didn't seem

now. You can

Are you

the bed and spun around

knees buckled, and before I knew it, I fell straight into

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husky voice murmured in my car, "Zoey, I'm a

myself until I was cocooned. From under

softly, his tone carrying a trace of indulgence.

could still feel the

was too exhausted to dwell on it and quickly fell

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

mid-crunch, beads of sweat rolling down my cheeks. "Who's

"All the Boltons,

a simple family dinner. Given the tension between the two families recently, the Sanders were likely using the

to retrieve, including a journal

the journal well, so it shouldn't have been

the key evidence

go get

shower. When I emerged, Carter was waiting for me. with a smile and some ointment. "Come on, Zoey. Take your clothes

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

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

much for me; I wanted to