Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 152 I'm Not Afraid of Rumors

"What?" I stared at him, eyes wide in shock.

Benjamin would never say something like that without a reason.

He turned to look at me and sighed softly.

"Trust me. I would never harm you. I just think you should find an ordinary person and live a stable life."

I always knew there was a huge gap between Ethan and me. So, I tried to bridge the discrepancy.

But my gut told me Benjamin's words meant more than just Ethan not being an ordinary person. It felt like there was another reason, something Benjamin was hesitant to say, maybe because it was inconvenient or had serious consequences. When I got back to the classroom, there were a bunch more Christmas cards on the desk.

Ethan was clearly more comfortable with the task now, jotting down his holiday wishes at lightning speed.

The kids laminated all the wish cards, but I was a bit distracted, replaying Benjamin's words in my head.

I had asked him in the hallway, "Are you still alone?"

Benjamin nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I am. But I don't think it's a bad thing. I'm not lonely; I have so many kids with me."

At that moment, I watched the kids calling him "Mr. Thomas" one after another, surrounded by a group of them. It was a really heartwarming scene.

When Ethan and I left, the kids were still making noise.

Walking through the familiar campus, I slowed down and stopped under a snow-covered fig tree.

It was Christmas Eve. Except for Benjamin's classroom, all the lights around were off, leaving everything in darkness.

I turned to look at Ethan. He was very close to me, but through the falling snowflakes, he seemed very distant.

"Ethan, who are you really? Why does it feel like you're miles away even though you're right in front of me? Why do I always feel like being with you is against some higher power, like God disapproves? Why?" Ethan lifted the hand that was on my shoulder and gently tapped my forehead.

"You're overthinking."

He wrapped his arm around my waist and slowly lowered his head.

At that moment, we were very close. I could only see his eyes, a pair of deep eyes that could easily make someone fall deeply.

"Look, the handsome guy in front of you is your husband, not someone else. We're together, and God can't do anything about it. If it's unhappy, it can make the snowfall harder to show its protest."

I was easily moved by Ethan's slightly domineering yet somewhat childish demeanor.

he let

from Ethan's ruffling, and the sweetness that quietly

we were about to leave, the snow indeed

opened my mouth in surprise and pointed to the sky. "Look, God

his arm around my shoulder domineeringly and snorted. "This isn't heavy. If God has

hurriedly covered his mouth. "Don't talk

cover his mouth. His eyes were smiling, and a muffled voice

doubt it can actually hear

night before, and some

stopped, and

pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, his voice hoarse

past keep haunting you and take away

much that it seemed like the world was

Christmas Day, I went to Aurora's

the makeup artists who came out of there now work as personal makeup artists

believed that combining what I could learn there with medical skills would

I

with

to them, I felt a

noticed because she smiled and said, "A beautician's good image can

mumbled, "I get

poise will show. There's nothing wrong with you; in fact, you're great. Just a few tweaks, and you'll be even better." When people start doing something they're passionate about,

in excited every day, and as my understanding of beauty

an old classmate at Aurora's beauty center; she was working at the front

at first. She recognized me and pulled me aside during a break, and we reminisced about

weren't close back in school, but seeing an old classmate

carefree and beautiful as others', they were still

suggested going out to eat, I impulsively suggested going to

been renovated, but the owner was still the same. He remembered me. The owner was very kind; back when I was in school, he knew about my family's situation and let me work there during summer breaks. The

mealtime, and many students came

my chosen ingredients, I noticed the female students around us whispering and occasionally sneaking glances at Ethan. Their eyes

looks, it

meal, but with so many people watching, I felt uncomfortable. Ethan, however,

been observing us for a

The Thorn Birds Band? I used to love your songs.

over a pen and a

someone still remembered The Thorn