NovelEnglishAfter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDid all women have such small hands? Were they all so pale?
Olivia's hand felt soft and tender on his arm. For sreason, Wayne thought about the the 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 forwhen 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 spain.
"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.
Wayne had previously suspected that she wasn't who she said she was. But most people who used firearms would have calluses on their palms. Olivia didn't have any.
Her hands massaged him from his shoulders to his back. Finally, she reached his waist.
“I'm saying this now. This is as far down as I'm willing to massage. I have my pride,” Olivia said coldly.
Wayne snickered and said disdainfully, "Pride is worthless. Both power and money are more important.”
Olivia pinched his waist. "Those are not important to me."
"Yeah, because you pretend to be a saint,” Wayne said disdainfully. Wayne felt like his body was in a better condition after the massage. He patted Olivia's head and said, "Massageevery day from today onward.”
"Dream on. That's too much. It's very tiring," Olivia replied as she moved her wrists.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You don't have to do it the day after tomorrow."
"Why?"
“The war is starting.”
It was as Olivia had predicted. The two countries were at a ceasefire for a couple of days so that the people in the city could get away or have a moment's respite.
It didn't matter if Ethan wanted to do it or not. The battle between the two of them was inevitable. Both of them wanted Dexim City for themselves.
"How do you know that? Who are you?" Olivia had to feign ignorance. "Just do as you're told. You don't have to concern yourself with anything else!"
She had one more day. She didn't know what else she could do for Ethan.
Olivia paced around the room for stime. She couldn't think of a way to stop the war from happening. Both of them had to get what they wanted.
As the sun set, Olivia took off her undergarments and cleaned them while Wayne was asleep.
If the war didn't stop, she wouldn't even get a change of clothes. It was brutal.
Wayne could hear her washing her undergarments in the bathroom. Then, she went back to her spot and lay down.
There was a bit of moisture in the air and a faint fragrance of herbs. Wayne liked that smell. He was able to sleep soundly.
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