novelraw Chapter 974 - 970: Do You Still Want to Continue?
Chapter 974 - 970: Do You Still Want to Continue?
She was wearing a sexy spaghetti strap nightgown, thin as cicada wings, and then she remembered that she was in the same room with Oliver Johnson...Could it be...
Eva Miller’s face turned pale.
In the room, footsteps were approaching steadily towards the door, and Eva suddenly panicked.
She was frozen on the spot, caught in a dilemma. She was eager to know if it was Oliver Johnson showing up here, but at the same time, afraid of meeting him under these circumstances. The man had already walked to the door, not giving her much time to think.
Eva felt a shadow cast over her from above and encouraged herself silently.
One, two, three...
Look up.
At the moment their eyes met, Eva instinctively bit her lip. Due to the excitement, she bit down hard, piercing her lip.
It was him, it really was him.
Oliver Johnson was wearing a white robe, initially appearing a bit lazy as he walked out, but when he saw the woman standing in the doorway, his entire body instantly tensed up.
Eva Miller?
What was she doing here?
"Oliver, Brother Johnson, it really is you." Eva was too excited to speak coherently. She wanted to ask why he left without saying goodbye, but she held back in the end.
He was afraid she would think she was being sentimental, although she indeed was.
"Oliver, shall we continue?" The foreign woman felt a bit uncomfortable as she noticed Oliver Johnson staring intensely at the woman in front of him.
Continue?
Eva was thoughtful; had she disturbed them?
She glanced at Oliver Johnson’s face discreetly, finding it expressionless. Had she disrupted him by coming to find him like this? Was he displeased, angry?
The foreign woman, impatient, glared at Eva while holding onto Oliver’s arm.
Eva, who usually had quite a dominant personality, would’ve lashed out and cursed at the foreign woman if it were the past, but since Oliver Johnson was present today, she couldn’t.
She weakly flashed them an apologetic smile, turned around, and before Oliver could utter a word to stop her, she quickly ran away.
Out of nowhere, her thoughts were disrupted, bringing a touch of bitterness and discomfort.
"Oliver, shall we continue?" The foreign woman, ignoring everything else, pushed Oliver Johnson back into the room and shut the door.
Oliver Johnson felt a complex mix of emotions; Eva’s sudden appearance had thrown him into disarray. As for why he was flustered, even he didn’t know.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to think about it.
The foreign woman unwrapped his robe, and the sight of his firm, muscular physique left her heart fluttering.
Oliver Johnson propped his chin on his hands, lost in thought.
The foreign woman, seeing his distraction, thought it must be because of the woman earlier.
She had to bring his mind back immediately.
"Oliver, do you think my massage technique has improved recently? I specifically learned it from a therapist..."
Four years in prison had put his body through a lot of pain. The damp and cold cells had taken a toll on his once young and energetic body.
The foreign woman poured some essential oil into her hands, spreading it evenly, and gently applied it to Oliver Johnson’s broad back. Her slender hands massaged rhythmically and firmly.
"Oliver, does it feel good?" The woman asked softly.