Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 38 The First Time He Got Angry with Me

Even though it was just a quick kiss, it still made me catch my breath. Seeing everyone staring at us, I felt super embarrassed. Ethan just enjoyed my flustered state, grinning wider, and then he pinched my cheek. "Why are you so cute, still blushing?"

I instinctively covered my face, feeling it heat up, and muttered, "I'm 26, and you call me 'cute'?"

Ethan laughed. "Even when you're 62, you'll still be cute to me."

I looked at him, a bit dazed, thinking, 'When I'm 62, will he still be with me? Will he still be my husband? Or will he be with someone else, saying the same sweet things?'

On the way back, Ethan drove slowly, the bustling streets gradually fading away.

Halfway there, traffic stopped. A long line of wedding cars was parked ahead, next to a big hotel decorated for a wedding.

The groom, in a sharp suit, carried the bride from the main car towards the hotel. She leaned against him, smiling blissfully in her white dress.

Lost in thought, I suddenly felt Ethan holding my hand. I turned to see his serious gaze. "Emily, I can't give you a wedding right now."

Maybe he saw the envy or longing in my eyes as I watched the newlyweds.

People often projected their feelings onto others' stories. But I wasn't expecting much. I was past the age of chasing grand gestures. Romance started with love.

"I'm not after those superficial things. I never thought about a big wedding after remarrying." My first wedding with Arthur was simple. So, even though I spoke calmly, there was a hint of bitterness. Ethan squeezed my hand and said softly, "It's not that. The timing isn't right. I have things to consider."

"I understand," I said, staring at my feet.

The brief silence was awkward, but traffic soon cleared.

As Ethan restarted the car, he broke the silence. "Let's book a private dining room at a hotel tonight. Even without a wedding, we should celebrate with our friends."

He meant inviting a few close friends. I thought a hotel was a waste and suggested hosting it at home. He didn't want me to get too tired, but seeing my insistence, he agreed. After grocery shopping, Ethan called his friends, and I called Bella.

When Bella heard we were having dinner at Ethan's villa, she seemed to know something and quickly agreed.

I wanted the meal to be perfect since it concerned my image as Ethan's wife. While washing vegetables, he offered to help. I said no, but when I turned around, he was slicing fish.

I was surprised. His handsome figure leaned forward, sleeves rolled up, and fish slices slid off his knife.

still. Ethan, looking handsome and domestic,

I asked after

on the fish. "Not bad, but I

"Why not?"

a bowl and washed his hands. "Cooking depends on my mood. When I'm alone, nothing tastes good, so I don't like to cook. But now it's different because I have you. I can eat casually, but I can't let you eat

of loneliness, tugging at

on my mind for a while. Not

hours, pretty free." His

the doorbell rang. Ethan smiled. "Our friends are here.

others came in, lively and ready to turn the house upside down. Bella, whether by

asking what was going on. I had planned

"This is great news, but

except the part about making

way he looks at you is different. Even if it was for his grandfather's wish, why didn't he choose someone else? It proves you're special to him." Special

out the dishes. I noticed there weren't many people just Oliver and the guy Ethan called Frank

down. "Emily is

Ethan to announce it so

in disbelief, but then he laughed heartily. "That's

when Ethan introduced Frank, Oliver interrupted with a smile. "Let me do the introduction. This is

nodded with a smile and said,

greeted him

and came

had noticeably dropped tonight, and I heard Ethan sneeze, so I asked if he was

Can you get me a

"So envious. Unlike us, no one cares about

from women in the middle of the night, and you say no one cares? It's just that you have too many women, and you can't handle it." Ethan's room was very tidy. After taking a suit jacket

music?' This was a surprising discovery. I imagined him playing the guitar; he must look very handsome. Feeling a bit excited, I took the guitar down. "I saw this in your room.

and smiled. "Don't be modest. You wouldn't have it

he suddenly stood up, throwing the cards on the table. "Bad luck today, I'm

very awkward. I looked at his back, feeling a

long time, becoming a shadow I

"Emily, you