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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bedspread, now crumpled in

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relief washed over me, making me almost eager for him to move to the next spot. ""How does

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

do this?"

with a leg injury, he was astonishingly

way," he said casually. "Alright, next is your thigh. You're

my trust, so

I spoke

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

instant his fingertips brushed against my skin. I let

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

a faint, almost imperceptible trace

sheets, silently chanting in my head, "You

ignore the sensation of his fingertips against my skin.

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

to

with my injuries alone, quietly enduring

been focused

attention

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

to creep in. It didn't seem fair

better now. You can stop. Aren't your

fine. Are you

the bed and spun around in front of him.

I knew it, I fell straight

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

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

tone carrying a trace

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

I was too exhausted to dwell on it and quickly

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

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

"All the Boltons,

family dinner. Given the tension between the two families recently, the Sanders were likely using the festive season as an

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

hidden the journal well, so it

day, that journal would become the key

I'll go get

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

he'd predicted, I was

leg? If it

so much for me; I wanted to return the favor