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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pain began to fade, and my stiff calf muscles loosened. A wave of relief washed over me, making me almost eager for him to

of my hand. "Carter, how do you even know how

do this?"

a leg injury, he was

he said casually.

skillful hands had earned my trust, so I nodded. "Sure,

I spoke

thigh, the heat

instant his fingertips brushed against my skin. I let out a

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

was a faint, almost imperceptible trace of something intimate in

the sheets, silently chanting in my head, "You can't see me.

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

streetlights. The yard lights cast a warm and festive glow, creating an almost idyllic

started to drift a

dealt with my injuries alone, quietly enduring

always been

attention

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

was beginning to feel better, guilt started to creep in. It didn't seem fair for him to keep going while

better now. You can stop. Aren't

faintly. "I'm fine. Are

bed and spun around in front of him. "Look, I'm

before I knew it, I fell

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as his deep, husky voice murmured in my car, "Zoey, I'm a normal man. If you

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

his tone carrying a trace

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

dwell

of training, Damian reminded me, "Mrs. Bolton, the Sanders have invited you over

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

"All the Boltons,

the tension between the two families recently, the Sanders were likely using the festive season as an opportunity to smooth

been meaning to return anyway. My old room still held a few personal items I needed to retrieve,

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

journal would become the key evidence to take Anna

I'll go

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

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

does massage help your leg? If it does, maybe

me; I wanted to