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.

like time stood still. Ethan, looking handsome and domestic, made cooking

I

focused on the fish. "Not bad, but I don't

"Why not?"

mood. When I'm alone, nothing tastes good, so I

revealed a sense of loneliness, tugging at my

to work every day?" I asked casually, though it had been on my mind for a while. Not knowing

flexible hours, pretty free." His answer

smiled. "Our friends are here.

ready to turn the house upside down. Bella, whether by coincidence or prearrangement,

I had planned to tell her

surprise and delight. "This is great news, but Emmie, you're

on everything, except the part about making love

was for his grandfather's wish,

time to eat, Bella helped me bring out the dishes. I noticed there weren't many people just Oliver and the guy Ethan

is my wife now, so you all need to respect

so

initially in disbelief, but then he laughed heartily. "That's great. Emily's cooking is excellent. Ethan, you're

Oliver interrupted with a smile. "Let me

Wilson nodded with a smile and said, "Hello,

him back

it was already dark. I finished washing the dishes and came out to find them playing cards

noticeably dropped tonight, and I heard

"A little. Can you get me

heard Oliver say, "So envious. Unlike

you say no one cares? It's just that you have too many women, and you can't handle it."

bit excited, I took the guitar down. "I saw this in your room. Can you play?" I asked as I

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

the table. "Bad

awkward. I looked at his back, feeling a wave of grievance that made

scene stayed with me for a long time, becoming a shadow

whispered, "Emily, you