Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

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.

and his breathing in my ear grew heavier. My heart

phone ringing. We exchanged glances, his

"Grandpa," and the mood

call from his

there,"

wrong? Is your grandpa okay?" I asked,

today and can't get up. A neighbor helped him to

be serious. "Falls can be dangerous, but if he called,

some clothes and head

"Me too?"

wants to see you,

packed, and we got in

instead of rushing over after a

hand, Ethan drove skillfully, looking handsome with one hand on the

reach Greenfield Village. By

The gate was

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

understood his frustration after

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

I'm Emily," I greeted

the hoe, and walked out, pointing

gotten into now? You're almost thirty and still not mature. Now that you're married, you should settle down. Stop making your

courtyard chair, laughed. "If I didn't, would you have come so quickly? Would you have brought her? Or were you planning to bring her to

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

neatly pressed dress pants, with gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite different from the typical rural elderly. Despite living alone, the 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 a calm smile, which I admired. Living so peacefully in old age seemed like the best reward for a

I was wrong," Ethan said, sitting on a small stool with a rare shy smile, looking like a teenager being

know you were wrong. I know you young folks like excitement and don't want to

I relaxed. To win his favor,

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

is still outside," I

my ear, "If you move again, I'll have sex with you right here. Last night's desire

decided to stay at my grandpa's for a week. I really haven't spent enough time with