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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over me, making me almost eager for him to move to the next

on the back of my hand. "Carter, how do you even

do this?"

leg injury,

casually.

had earned my trust,

spoke too

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

brushed against my skin.

of sweat formed on my forehead from the sharp, shooting pain. His eyes, warm and focused, met mine. "Be

imperceptible trace of something intimate

in my head,

the sensation of his fingertips against my skin. Each stroke sent my

streetlights. The yard lights cast a warm and

to

alone, quietly

been focused

attention

was Carter, massaging me with unwavering patience for nearly two hours. He seemed tireless, far

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

better now. You can stop.

Are you

hopped off the bed and spun around in front of

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

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slender waist, holding me close as his deep, husky voice murmured in my car, "Zoey, I'm a normal man. If you keep this up,

the bed, pulling the covers tightly around myself until I was cocooned. From under the blankets, I mumbled,

carrying a trace

feel the lingering warmth of his fingertips on

dwell on it

me, "Mrs. Bolton, the Sanders have invited you over for dinner

beads of sweat rolling down my cheeks. "Who's on

"All the Boltons,

two families recently, the

still held a few personal items I needed to retrieve, including a journal that chronicled everything I'd

the journal well, so it shouldn't

journal would become the key

go

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. Take

last night's incident, as he'd predicted, I was starting to feel less

By the way, does massage help your leg? If it does,

done so much for me; I wanted to return