Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1243

After a while, Wayne walked into the room briskly and beckoned her over.

"Come. Begin treatment."

Olivia was very obedient this time. She had already prepared everything she needed for the treatment in advance.

"Take off your clothes."

"You do it."

"Why are you so lazy?" Olivia grumbled as she pulled on the zipper of his jacket.

She slowed down visibly when she was close to the wound on his arm. She tugged at the sleeve lightly with one hand and pressed on his arm lightly with the other.

Wayne's skin color was slightly tanned. The contrast was very obvious when Olivia's fingers were on his skin.

Did all women have such small hands? Were they all so pale?

Olivia's hand felt soft and tender on his arm. For some reason, Wayne thought about the time he slapped her bottom. It was also very soft and supple.

She didn't know what was going through his mind. She was just changing his bandages for him. Before he could savor her touch more, she was already done with the bandaging.

He lay in bed with his face down and allowed Olivia to stick needles into his head as she pleased.

"My back is sore. Massage it for me when you're done with the acupuncture. You practice medicine, so you should be more knowledgeable about the pressure points, right?"

Olivia's expression fell, but she convinced herself to put up with it to gain his trust. Even so, she couldn't help but be a little rough.

She hoped that he would at least feel some pain.

"Did you not get to eat? Why are you so weak? Put your back into it."

Olivia was rendered speechless.

For a second, she felt like she had been sold to him as a slave. Did she have to do his bidding in the future?

Wayne could feel the warmth of Olivia's hands. The force she applied was perfect. She was very on point with the pressure points, and it felt very good.

Her hands were smooth, unlike his own. He had taken a look at her hands when she was dressing his wounds. They were tender, soft, and pale.