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.

heavier. My heart raced, and for some

phone ringing. We exchanged glances, his eyes

answered, "Grandpa," and the mood shifted

late-night call from his grandpa usually meant

there," Ethan

Is your grandpa okay?" I asked,

can't get up. A neighbor

be serious. "Falls

"Let's pack some clothes and head to the

"Me too?"

glanced at me. "He wants to see

and we

sooner instead of rushing over after a

injured hand, Ethan drove skillfully, looking handsome with

hours to reach Greenfield Village. By the time we arrived, it

parked outside a courtyard. The gate was

garden, 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 first. "Grandpa, didn't you say you..." Ethan

his frustration after worrying the

my granddaughter-in-law," Martin said

Grandpa, I'm Emily," I greeted him

off the hoe, and walked out,

mature. Now that you're married, you should settle down. Stop making your wife worry," Martin scolded with authority. "Grandpa, you're over seventy

"If I didn't, would you have come so quickly? Would you have brought her? Or

had told me that Martin moved back to the countryside after retiring. His grandma had

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 a calm smile, which

wrong," Ethan said, sitting on a small stool with a rare

you young folks like excitement and don't want

I relaxed. To win his favor,

suddenly wrapped around my waist. My face heated up, and I twisted my body. My hands were wet, so I

is still outside," I

in my ear, "If you move again, I'll have sex with you right here.

to stay at my grandpa's for a week.

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