Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 716

As the time for the treatment approached, Mr. Carter made a sweeping motion with his hand, unfurling a cloth roll that revealed rows of neatly arranged needles of varying sizes.

Roseanne watched, her skin crawling. "Are we, uh, starting now?"

"Yes," Mr. Carter replied.

"Where do they go?" she asked nervously.

He pointed to her head. "Right here."

Roseanne was puzzled. "Why the head if my ankle's hurt?"

Her curiosity was genuine, not skeptical.

"The reason the injury hurts is because of blocked energy," Mr. Carter explained. "There are key points in the head that help release it. Think of it like fixing the main control system to solve the problem."

And the brain, of course, was that central system.

"Ready? Let's begin," Mr. Carter said, rolling up his sleeves and reaching for a needle.

Roseanne, feeling apprehensive, instinctively searched for something to hold onto. Just then, Owen Reynolds offered his hand to her, and she clutched it without hesitation.

"Relax, don't worry, it'll be over quickly," Mr. Carter's voice was gentle and soothing, almost magical in its ability to calm.

Roseanne closed her eyes.

As she braced for the pain, she felt a tiny prick on her scalp, like the bite of an ant. The discomfort was fleeting, and then it was gone.

"Okay, the first needle is in," Mr. Carter announced.

Owen looked down at Roseanne's hand, pale and delicate, her nails a healthy shade of pink. She probably didn't even realize she was still gripping his hand tightly, a sign of her nerves.

Sweaty palms pressed together, Owen didn’t pull away. Instead, he allowed his hand to become a steady anchor for her as he assisted Roseanne in rising and moving to the therapy couch.

Mr. Carter kept a close eye on the needles, given their critical placement at key points. Precision was paramount.

If Roseanne was anxious, Owen seemed even more so. The short distance felt like a long journey.

Once he had helped her settle, both of them exhaled in relief.

Mr. Carter chuckled at the sight and continued to instruct Owen, "We're not done yet, Owen. Help the young lady take off her shoes, lift her foot gently, and place her leg on the support."

Owen crouched down, gently cradling Roseanne's heel as he carefully removed her ankle boot...