Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 His Frankness

My heart felt like it got stabbed, pain spreading from my chest.

I wanted to run, scared of Ethan's reaction, but I couldn't move.

"Emily, why aren't you going in?" Frank's voice startled me from behind.

The door opened, and Oliver stood there looking at me.

"Want some oatmeal? There's still some in the kitchen," I said, trying to stay calm.

Oliver walked out, one hand in his pocket. "I'm a bit hungry. Frank, let's go get some oatmeal."

With that, Oliver hooked his arm around Frank's neck, and they went downstairs.

When I walked in, Ethan had already taken off his shirt. I quickly glanced at his strong, bare chest, then looked away. "I made some oatmeal. Not sure if you like it." Ethan leaned back, looking relaxed. "I like whatever you make."

Oliver's earlier words had made me uneasy. I was about to put down the oatmeal and leave, but Ethan said, "Feed me."

I held my breath. He raised his bandaged right hand, showing it was hard for him.

I took a deep breath, sat by the bed, and after blowing on each spoonful, brought the oatmeal to his mouth.

I felt Ethan staring at me the whole time. I didn't dare meet his gaze or look at his body, so I focused on the spoon.

"It's a bit too sweet," he suddenly said.

"Is it?" All my unease and other chaotic emotions shattered.

"Don't believe me? Try it."

I must have lost my mind because I tasted it myself with the same spoon.

After two careful mouthfuls, I said, "It's not sweet."

tried to feed him again, Ethan's eyes were amused, but

might have a cleanliness issue, not liking that I used the spoon. My face turned red. "I'll get a new

grabbed my hand and

only did Ethan eat the oatmeal, but he also licked the spoon clean. He held my hand, licking the spoon, his gaze fixed on me with a hint

passing from his tongue through the spoon. If he hadn't been holding my

is it?" I was super

of my head, and the bowl

forward, he kissed me. It wasn't forceful or

and I tried to pull away, but

voice came from the doorway. He must have rushed up

to indulging, I felt that even if I drowned

before stopping. When he let

like the kiss?" He

home. It felt too empty, too lonely living alone. Do you remember the first time you cooked in the kitchen? I said that seeing a woman cooking in the kitchen suddenly made this place feel like a home. That day, cooking with you, I felt like this was really a home. I love watching you busy in the kitchen with an apron on; it's beautiful." I had to admit,

this is what ordinary life should be like. I really want to spend my life with you." He was so straightforward that I felt both admiration

I overheard his conversation with Oliver, which was why he

no longer wanted to dwell on anything. Having experienced a failed marriage, I no longer dared to hope for passionate love, but I still longed for a simple, steady

asked a question completely unrelated

close and whispered hoarsely in

him away and stood up, awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear. "Oliver and Frank are still downstairs. I'll go

broken pieces of the bowl, Ethan said, "Be careful with your

a broom and swept up the

living room. When I finished washing the dishes and came out,

sitting down a short distance from Oliver. "You probably

didn't you? Just forget it. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight with all the

outstanding man, not lacking in women who like him. Why

back in his mouth, his brows

Bella?" I asked

rushing to answer, his eyes showing a hint of conflict. "She said I was a playboy," he laughed self-deprecatingly. "She probably looks down on

at him seriously. "Oliver, Bella may seem tough on the outside, but she's actually very fragile inside. She lacks a sense of security. Unless you truly like her, you should just be friends. I don't want her to get hurt." Oliver flicked the

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