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.

stood still. Ethan, looking handsome and domestic, made cooking seem

at cooking?" I asked

"Not bad, but I

"Why not?"

hands. "Cooking depends on my mood. When I'm alone, nothing tastes good, so I don't like to

revealed a sense of loneliness, tugging

on my mind for a while. Not knowing what my husband did for

free." His answer was

"Our friends are

in, lively and ready to turn the house upside down. Bella,

asking what was going on. I had planned to tell her today anyway. "Ethan and I got

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

on everything, except the part about making love

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."

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

spot next to him, signaling for me to sit down. "Emily is my wife now, so you all need to respect her as you

it so formally, which made me a

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

smile. "Let

Wilson nodded with a smile

him

washing the dishes and came out to find them

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

Can you get me a jacket

say, "So envious. Unlike us, no one cares about

too many women, and you can't handle it."

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. Can you play?"

modest and smiled. "Don't be modest.

the cards on the table. "Bad luck today, I'm done playing." He

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

me for a long time, becoming a

whispered, "Emily, you