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

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and my stiff calf muscles loosened. A wave of relief washed over me, making me almost eager for him to move to the next spot. ""How does it feel now?"

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

do this?"

leg injury, he was astonishingly

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

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

spoke too

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

fingertips brushed against my skin. I let out a

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

a faint, almost imperceptible trace of something intimate in

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

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

snow had begun falling again, fluttering down under the soft glow of streetlights. The

to

injuries alone, quietly enduring without anyone to lean

been focused

attention

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

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

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

faintly. "I'm fine. Are you sure

prove it, I hopped off the bed and spun around in front

before I knew it, I

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voice murmured in my car, "Zoey, I'm a normal man. If you keep

myself until I was cocooned. From

chuckled softly, his tone carrying a trace of

still feel the lingering warmth of his fingertips

dwell on it and

Damian reminded me, "Mrs. Bolton,

mid-crunch, beads of sweat rolling down my

"All the Boltons,

recently, the Sanders were likely using the festive season as an opportunity

needed to retrieve, including a journal that chronicled

journal well, so it shouldn't have been

become the key evidence to take Anna

I'll go get

back to my room, I took a shower. When I emerged, Carter was waiting for me. with a

as he'd predicted, I was starting

massage help your leg? If it

done so much for me; I wanted to