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."

feed him again, Ethan's eyes

issue, not liking that I used the spoon. My face

to stand up, he grabbed my hand and brought the oatmeal to

did Ethan eat the oatmeal, but he also licked the spoon clean. He held

race. It felt like an electric current was passing from his tongue through the spoon. If he hadn't been holding my hand, I might not have been

it?" I was super

and the bowl in

me. It wasn't forceful or domineering;

I tried to pull away, but Ethan held my head tightly, his tongue

the doorway. He

my resistance weakened. From resisting to indulging, I felt that even

time before stopping. When he let go, we looked at each other,

kiss?" He gave a charming, slight

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

like this is what ordinary life should be like. I really want to spend my life with you."

overheard his conversation with Oliver, which was

to dwell on anything. Having experienced a failed marriage, I no longer dared

off him, but for some reason, I asked a question completely unrelated to the current topic, "Are you

was stunned for a moment, then his smile deepened. He pulled me close and whispered hoarsely in my ear, "Not full. How do you plan to feed me?" His

like that. I quickly pushed him away and stood up, awkwardly tucking my hair behind

the bowl,

broom and swept up the pieces,

were sitting on the couch in the living room. When I finished washing the dishes and came out, Frank had gone to the balcony, leaving Oliver

sitting down a short distance from Oliver. "You probably think I'm not good enough for him, right?" I kept a

forget it. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight with all the commotion. Don't take it to heart! You and he are good together. We used to worry

in women who like him. Why would

fell silent, the cigarette back in his mouth, his brows

Bella?"

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

security. Unless you truly like her, you should just be friends. I don't want her to get hurt." Oliver flicked the ash from his cigarette, smiling reluctantly. "You also think

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