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."

eyes were amused, but he didn't open his

he might have a cleanliness issue, not liking that I used the spoon. My face turned red.

grabbed my

He held my hand, licking the spoon,

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 able to

is it?" I was super

head, and the bowl in my hand fell to the

forceful or domineering; it was gentle. I couldn't resist such

pull away, but Ethan

from the doorway. He must

Ethan kissed with great skill, and my resistance weakened. From resisting to indulging, I felt that

for a long time before stopping. When he let

the kiss?" He gave a charming,

didn't like coming 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

be like. I really want to spend my life with you." He was so straightforward that I felt both

have guessed that I overheard his conversation with

longer dared to hope for passionate

but for some reason, I asked a question completely unrelated to

deepened. He pulled me close and whispered hoarsely in my ear, "Not full. How do you plan to feed me?" His hand slipped

I quickly pushed him away and stood up, awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear. "Oliver and Frank are

up the broken pieces of the bowl, Ethan said, "Be

a broom

Frank must have already eaten; they were sitting on the couch in the living room. When I finished washing the dishes and came out, Frank

hands and walked over, sitting down a short distance from Oliver. "You probably think I'm not good

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

wondered, 'Ethan is such an outstanding man, not lacking in women who like him. Why would he

silent, the cigarette back in his mouth, his brows

you like Bella?" I asked

of conflict. "She said I was a playboy," he laughed self-deprecatingly. "She probably looks down

"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

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