Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 43

Chapter 43 An Unexpected Phone Call

Ethan's eyes scanned me from head to toe, making me super uncomfortable.

"Still up?" I tried to stay calm.

"Can't sleep all sweaty," he said.

I squeezed past him, brushing against him. "Go shower!"

He showed me his bandaged hand and pointed to his head. "How am I supposed to shower like this?"

"So, what now?" His pitiful look made me think, 'Does he want me to help him shower?'

"Help me wipe down," he said bluntly.

I thought his request was too much. We were married in name only, not that close yet.

He must've seen my reluctance. He pinched my cheek. "Don't stress, I'll do it myself."

Worried his wound might get infected, I grabbed his arm. "Fine, I'll help."

Ethan turned around slowly, and I thought I saw a smug smile. I went to get hot water, spilling it everywhere, feeling conflicted.

'He's sweaty and bloody; he needs to clean up. There's no one else to help him. I have no choice.' After steeling myself, I took the towel and hot water out.

Seeing Ethan by the bed in just his boxers, I almost dropped the basin. He looked incredibly handsome and like trouble.

I put down the basin, wrung out the towel, and braced myself.

I wiped his face, back, and chest, trying to ignore his firm muscles and heavy breathing. I acted like I was caring for a patient.

"It's time to wipe down there," Ethan's voice whispered in my ear, and I froze.

Holding the towel, I glanced down, my face burning.

In my confusion, Ethan grabbed my hand and guided it to his waistband.

hand was hot, and his breathing in my ear grew heavier.

Ethan's phone ringing. We exchanged glances, his eyes full of

"Grandpa," and the

call from his grandpa usually

right there," Ethan said, looking

grandpa okay?" I asked,

nodded. "He fell today and can't get up. A neighbor helped him to bed, but

could be serious. "Falls can be dangerous,

frowned. "Let's pack some clothes

"Me too?"

"He wants

we

sooner instead

Ethan drove skillfully, looking handsome

reach Greenfield Village. By the time

outside a courtyard. The gate was ajar. We pushed it open

Martin Windsor, with white hair, was working the soil with a hoe. Hearing the gate, he straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and looked at me

after

brought my granddaughter-in-law," Martin said with a

Grandpa, I'm Emily," I greeted

nodded, knocked the dirt off the hoe, and walked out,

still not mature. Now that you're married, you should settle down. Stop making your wife worry," Martin scolded with authority. "Grandpa, you're over seventy and still pulling

sitting in a courtyard chair, laughed. "If I didn't, would you have come so quickly? Would you have brought her? Or were

Ethan had told me that Martin moved back to the countryside after retiring. His grandma had passed away early, and Martin

courtyard was spotless, and even the small vegetable garden was weed-free. It was clear Martin valued quality of life-not luxury, but comfort and freedom in spirit. He mentioned death with

I was wrong," Ethan said, sitting on a small stool

folks like excitement and don't want to come to

meeting Martin, but after chatting, I relaxed. To win his

a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around my waist. My face heated up, and

grandpa is still

you move again, I'll have sex with

with satisfaction. "I've decided to stay at my grandpa's for a week. I really

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