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."

to feed him again, Ethan's eyes were amused, but he didn't open his

I used the spoon. My face

he grabbed my hand and brought the oatmeal to

the spoon clean. He held my hand, licking the spoon, his gaze fixed on me with

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 able to keep the spoon steady. "Emily,"

I was super

my head, and the bowl in my hand fell to the

kissed me. It wasn't forceful

away, but Ethan held my head tightly, his tongue exploring my

amused voice came from the doorway. He

door closed again. Ethan kissed with great skill, and my resistance weakened. From resisting to indulging, I felt that even if I drowned

he let go, we looked at each other, both

you like the kiss?" He gave a charming,

past. You have yours, and I have mine. Before you came into my life, I 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

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

that I overheard his conversation

experienced a failed marriage, I no longer dared to hope for passionate love, but I still longed for a simple, steady

for some reason, I asked a

pulled me close and whispered hoarsely in my ear, "Not full. How do

heated up. I didn't expect him to twist my words like that. I quickly pushed him away and stood up, awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear. "Oliver and Frank are still

the bowl, Ethan said, "Be careful with your

warmth filled my heart. I got a broom and swept up the

must have already eaten; they 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

Oliver. "You probably

Just forget it. Maybe I wasn't thinking straight with all the commotion. Don't

lacking in women who like him. Why

silent, the cigarette back in his mouth, his

like Bella?" I

at me, not rushing to answer, his eyes showing a hint of conflict. "She said I was a playboy," he laughed self-deprecatingly. "She probably looks down

She lacks a sense of security. Unless you truly like her, you should just be friends. I don't want her to

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