Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 108 I Am Sorry!

So, there I was, just in my underwear, when Ethan came in and shut the door. I freaked out, trying to grab some clothes, but I was so jittery I couldn't even get them on after two tries. Ethan strode over and grabbed my hand.

"Don't move."

He grabbed a coat from the wardrobe and draped it over me, then silently pulled me to sit on the bed.

I clutched the collar and wrapped myself up tight.

In this huff, I was not about to let him feast his eyes on my seductive form.

Like some kind of magician, he pulled out an ice pack, took my hand, and gently pressed it to the burn on the back of my hand.

The coolness felt way better instantly. But since we were still in a standoff, I kept my face all cold and emotionless.

Probably thinking it was too cold for me, he took it off and put it back now and then.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly, eyes on my injury.

I stared at the floor, stubbornly silent, keeping up my icy act.

Ethan suddenly lifted my chin, looking right into my eyes.

I noticed my eyes were swollen when I washed up that morning. If he wasn't blind, he should have seen it then. Ethan put down the ice pack, cupped my face, and kissed my eyes. "I'm sorry!"

I wished I could be tougher, but just hearing his raspy apology made me crumble, and tears started falling.

He kissed my tears helplessly. "Don't cry. I'm sorry."

I used all my strength to push him away, wiped my tears, and glared at him through my blurry vision. "Sorry is so easy to say. Do you think that after hurting someone, just saying sorry can easily heal the wound?" Ethan slightly raised his head, biting his lower lip and staring at the ceiling.

"Emily, I thought you understood me."

I smiled bitterly and nodded. "Yeah, I understand you. Of course, I understand you. You got mad at me for breaking a photo frame, proving that Fiona has always been more important to you than me. How could I not understand?" He placed a hand on my shoulder, tilted his head, and looked at me with a face full of fatigue and helplessness.

"Emily, I've told you before, Fiona and I are in the past. Faye is just a poor girl. I thought you were willing to let her stay because you understood me."

I shook my head sadly. "I regret it. I think if she stays, she'll eventually lure you into her bed. There are many poor girls in the world; why don't you just take them all in?"

Ethan frowned deeply.

Clearly, I was the one who suggested letting Faye stay the day before. Now, saying these things made me seem particularly unreasonable. But I'd lost all reason and didn't want to be rational.

Just as I was about to say something else, Ethan suddenly kissed me.

I clamped my mouth shut, hitting and pushing him.

Even though I wasn't cooperating at all, his kiss remained patient and gentle.

lost the strength to resist his

me down onto the bed, and the coat draped over me had long since slipped off. The neatly made bed from the morning was

and the stormy

get dressed and then took me

the floor-to-ceiling window, covering her

hand, and pointed to the corner, complaining to Ethan. "I kindly gave it some food, and it scratched

and looked

Scruffy for years; it was a

on Faye's face, I felt a bit pleased,

I supposed to show my face now?" Faye stomped

and said, "Let's go to the hospital. You both need to go to

Ethan drove, taking us

short time after we set

what she wanted to say. So, I deliberately lowered

going with that

that's what she

Of course, I couldn't tell her about yesterday's

"A little injury."

"Did you get into a

the side, and whispered, "It's nothing. I'll tell

up the phone, and the car stopped at a red light. People were hustling

she got in front of our car, she stopped, bent over, propped herself on our

stepped up; instead, they

I jumped out

and Ethan quickly followed

was lying there, not

stood there with her arms crossed, looking at the woman, and then said smugly, "Are you trying to scam us? If you're gonna fake an accident, pick a different spot. This is an intersection with cameras everywhere and tons of witnesses.

the woman didn't

couldn't just stand by. I squatted down

purple, looking like she'd had a sudden heart attack. I told Ethan to call

understanding the situation, started

for the ambulance, the woman gradually opened her

wanted to say something. But she'd just regained

lifted her onto a stretcher and

back into the car and drove away,

me to

of medication, so I told Ethan to take Faye

surgery department, the doc said her injury wasn't serious and that

Faye, being someone who performed on stage, was super worried about her

worried, holding her face like she didn't want to

suddenly approached us. "Hey, were you the one who saved

me,

face and spoke gently, so I figured there was no risk