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

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

do this?"

leg injury, he was astonishingly

up along the way," he said casually. "Alright, next is your thigh. You're okay with that,

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

spoke

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

brushed against my skin. I let out a

eyes, warm and focused, met

imperceptible trace

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

fingertips against my skin. Each stroke sent my

the soft glow of streetlights. The

started to drift

always dealt with my injuries alone, quietly enduring without

been focused

attention

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

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

You can stop. Aren't your

smiled faintly. "I'm fine. Are you sure you're

spun around in front of

knew it, I

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

tightly around myself until I was cocooned. From under

tone carrying a trace

still feel the lingering warmth of his

I was too exhausted to dwell on it

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

paused mid-crunch, beads of sweat rolling down

"All the Boltons,

between the two families recently, the Sanders were likely

been meaning to return anyway. My old 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 actions

hidden the journal well, so it shouldn't have been confiscated

day, that journal would become the

go

a shower. When I emerged, Carter was

last night's incident, as he'd predicted, I

you, Carter. By the way, does massage help your leg? If it does, maybe

I wanted to return the favor