Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 93 You Must Miss Me

I jolted up from the bed, heart racing, and checked my clothes.

Still in my PJs from last night, and they weren't all messed up.

"Guess nothing crazy went down," I muttered to myself.

Jason must've heard my scream. He blinked around, looking lost. "Why am I here?"

I was wondering the same thing. Then I felt movement behind me. I turned and saw Ethan, who was also waking up.

He didn't seem surprised at all. He stretched his neck, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I think I dragged you in here last night and got the wrong room."

I was speechless for a while. "You guys were totally wasted last night!"

Jason rubbed his head, looking a bit out of it. "Yeah, we drank a lot. I don't remember a thing."

They were still in yesterday's clothes, so they must've crashed right after getting hammered.

They were so out of it; we probably just passed out together without anything happening.

Jason stumbled out of bed, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. "I'm gonna take a shower."

After he left, I turned back to see Ethan lying there, one arm under his head, staring at me.

I was annoyed. "Seriously? How do you mess this up? Sleeping in the wrong room with the wrong person must be your thing, huh?"

Ethan smirked, pulled me back down, and rolled over to face me. "You never sleep still. Did you grope around last night?"

Honestly, I had no clue who I was hugging in my sleep. "How would I know? I was out cold, just like you, drunk and clueless."

Ethan's face darkened, and he tightened his grip on my waist. "Sleeping and being drunk aren't the same! Fess up, did you practice driving in your dreams last night?" Talking about dream driving was embarrassing, but the way he asked made me laugh.

Seeing me laugh made him even madder, so he shut me up with a kiss. I could still taste the booze on his lips.

We messed around on the bed, making the already messy sheets even worse.

The crazy thing was, this didn't change anything between us. It was like nothing happened. And really, nothing did.

By the time I went downstairs to make breakfast, they had both changed and come down.

this morning and bailed without even touching

was off on another one of

and pinched my cheek. "What's with the

his hand away and headed to the dining table, trying to play it cool. "Nah, I'll

arms around my waist from behind. His voice, all low and magnetic, whispered

admit it, but yeah, it felt kinda

hands off and turned to face him, all serious. "You guys drink a lot on these trips, right? With your drinking habits, ending up in the wrong room with the wrong person

Even though you just brought Jason to the wrong room, it's basically the same. If it happens again, I

sat across from me, still smiling. "If you're so worried,

put it down and said casually, "It's not that I don't trust you. Just reminding you not to mess up your

suddenly put down his fork and gave a mock

laugh. He laughed too, his smile warm. I thought, this was probably the kind of life I wanted-hanging out together, having breakfast, laughing, and joking. It seemed simple, but if we could do this forever, it

problems, like Victor never

those issues someday, right now, I let myself

day after Ethan left for his trip, I was chilling at home reading when he called. He said he left his desk

his key on the bedside table, and took a cab to

soon as I stepped out of the elevator, Piper rushed up to me, looking like she'd been

Ethan's office, plopped down at his desk, and

document he mentioned was right there, easy to spot. As I grabbed it, I noticed a book

it up, I felt a mix of emotions. The book was titled "Parenting

and saw bookmarks and pen marks inside. I thought, 'He must be reading this in his office when he has some downtime. He really wants a kid. So, when he saw my medical report,

gentle knock on the door snapped me out of it. Piper stood there, looking polite but anxious. "Mrs. Windsor, did you find

back, locked the drawer, and handed her

shouldn't give up so easily. With modern medicine being so advanced, lots

a specialized hospital, but before I could, something else

in her forties named Eloise Butler in the same car. She loved to chat, especially

Eloise was talking about a friend who got forced into a divorce by her husband because she couldn't have kids. It hit

if I couldn't get pregnant, would I face the same

friend remarried and, after seeing a

"What famous doctor, which hospital?"

leaned in, gossiping, "Are you married?

this famous doctor, I had to be

get it. Many marriages fall apart because of infertility. I'm soft-hearted and know where that doctor is; I'll take you

the feels. Thinking of what Linda said, I couldn't imagine a future with Ethan without a

give it a shot. After

too late, so I suggested going another day. But Eloise was insistent, looking super enthusiastic. "For

got into her

car drove way out of the city, and the further we went, the more uneasy