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.

hot, and his breathing in my ear grew heavier. My heart raced, and for some reason,

phone ringing. We exchanged glances,

and the

from his

I'll be right there," Ethan said, looking

wrong? Is your grandpa

up. A neighbor helped him to bed, but he

serious. "Falls can be

clothes and head to

"Me too?"

"He wants to

and we got in

should've visited him sooner instead of rushing over after

Ethan drove skillfully, looking handsome with one hand on

Greenfield Village. By the time we

was ajar. We pushed it

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

his frustration after

Martin

Grandpa, I'm Emily," I

the hoe, and walked out, pointing it

you gotten into now? You're almost thirty and 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

come so quickly? Would you have brought

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

quality of life-not luxury, but comfort and freedom in spirit. He mentioned death with a calm smile,

Ethan said, sitting on a small stool with a

were wrong. I know you young folks like excitement and don't want to come to the countryside. But I love

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

pair of hands suddenly wrapped around my waist. My face heated up, and I twisted my body. My hands

grandpa is still outside,"

tightened his grip, pressing closer. His low voice whispered in my ear, "If you move again, I'll have sex with you right here. Last

move. He kissed my hair with satisfaction. "I've decided to stay at my grandpa's for a week. I really haven't spent enough

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