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.

grew heavier. My heart raced, and for some reason, I forgot to

broken by Ethan's phone ringing. We exchanged glances, his

"Grandpa," and the mood

his grandpa usually meant

I'll be right there,"

wrong? Is your grandpa okay?" I asked,

"He fell today and can't get up. A

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

clothes

"Me too?"

"He wants to see

packed, and we got

should've visited him sooner instead of

drove skillfully, looking handsome with one hand on the

Greenfield Village. By the time

outside a courtyard. The gate was ajar.

a hoe. Hearing the gate, he straightened up, adjusted his glasses, and looked at me

his frustration after

granddaughter-in-law," Martin said with a

Emily," I greeted

knocked the dirt off the hoe, and walked out, pointing it at

you should settle down. Stop making your wife worry," Martin

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

had told me that Martin moved back to the countryside after

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 hard-working youth. However, knowing Martin was in the late

said, sitting on a small stool with a rare shy smile,

you young folks like excitement and don't want to come to

after chatting, I relaxed. To win

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

grandpa is still outside," I

low voice whispered in my ear, "If you move again, I'll

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

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