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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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

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

do this?"

with a leg

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

earned my trust, so I nodded. "Sure,

I spoke too

he rolled my dress up to the top of my thigh, the heat that had finally subsided

my skin. I

of sweat formed on my forehead from the sharp, shooting pain. His eyes, warm and

a faint, almost imperceptible trace

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

skin. Each stroke sent my thoughts spiraling

the soft glow of streetlights. The yard lights cast a warm and festive glow, creating an

to drift

my injuries alone, quietly enduring without anyone to lean

been focused on

attention

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

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

now. You can stop. Aren't your

smiled faintly. "I'm fine. Are you

hopped off the bed and spun around in front

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

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

around myself until I was cocooned. From under the

his tone carrying

I could still feel the

exhausted to dwell on it

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

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

"All the Boltons,

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

room still held a few personal items I needed to retrieve, including a journal that chronicled everything I'd been through in recent years-especially Anna's

so it shouldn't have been confiscated by the

that journal would become the key

I'll go get

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

as he'd predicted, I was

massage help your leg? If it does, maybe I could try

much for me; I