Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 185 Faye, You Win

"You said you lost the keys, right?" I shot back, dripping with sarcasm. Faye just shrugged. "Yeah, I lost them, but I found them yesterday."

She was acting like nothing was wrong, totally calm.

I bit back my anger and forced a bitter smile. "Faye, you win!"

I turned to storm upstairs, but Ethan grabbed my arm.

"Faye, you should go home," Ethan said firmly.

Faye looked shocked. "Ethan, I'm in the middle of cooking. It's not done yet."

"No need. Just go home and leave the keys," he insisted, not budging.

Faye's eyes welled up, making her look even more pitiful. "Ethan, what's wrong with you?"

Her tears were both sad and beautiful.

I mentally gave her performance a perfect score.

Ethan sighed. "Faye, you need to grow up and be independent. You've achieved your dreams and you're successful now. Stop disrupting my life. I have my own family and people I want to protect."

He was talking to Faye, but I knew those words were meant for me too.

During our time together, Ethan had said countless sweet things that always melted my heart, but this time I felt strangely calm.

I just listened to Faye's sobs getting louder.

"Ethan, what's wrong with you? You promised at Fiona's grave that you'd take care of me. Have you forgotten?"

Ethan replied steadily, "By eighteen, everyone should be independent. Even parents can't take care of you forever; you have to walk your own path."

Faye cried as she took off her apron and threw it, along with the keys, onto the sofa.

"Ethan, you've changed!" she sobbed and ran out.

I felt his hand holding mine, slightly damp.

"Faye ran out so upset. Aren't you worried something might happen to her?" I asked flatly.

He didn't answer. I knew he was still worried. I pulled away and headed upstairs, but he pulled me back into his arms, holding me tight.

"Honey, marry me," he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I was confused, and then he knelt down on one knee, pulling out a ring from his pocket and holding it out to me.

"Honey, marry me, and I'll give you the wedding you want."

So that's what he meant!

Every woman dreamed of a grand wedding, and I was no different.

But after going through a divorce and remarriage, I became more practical. I didn't need all the frills; I just wanted a solid marriage.

say anything, but my heart was

I almost convinced myself

would happen again, scared of being stuck

made him anxious. He stood up, hugged me tight,

until I had everything sorted out, but I couldn't. Honey, I know women love a sense of ceremony. I'll give you whatever you want to make you happy. I promise you won't suffer anymore, okay? Please

"Honey, say yes! Please?"

a desperate longing

say yes, okay?" He kissed

not didn't change the fact that

at Ethan like this, I felt

inside me was

be happy, who would want to

I was so tired!

nodded, Ethan lit up like a kid,

show his sincerity, and I decided to give

I wouldn't be soft-hearted again,

still hadn't told Ethan about the baby. I wasn't sure if he'd be

time he tried to get close, I

week later, Ethan's injury was almost healed, and he took me to pick out wedding

by top designers, with so many

dress was beautiful. I never imagined I

my figure, and I couldn't decide, so I

carefully compared a few dresses and

one

too long, so I had to hold it up, and

magazine, glanced up, squinted, and gave me a once-over. Then

turned to look at my reflection in the mirror, barely

bit later, Jason showed up, followed by Frank

reluctant, being practically dragged in by

at me, then at Ethan, and pouted

they hadn't dragged me here, I

over. He just needed an excuse. Of course, no one was going to call him out

and wasn't in the mood to attend my wedding. Ethan seemed to read my mind and said, "Don't worry. We have someone for the

he settled on the first suit he tried. But

also went to change clothes, leaving just me and Jason in the lounge

happy?"

didn't know what happened that night, so there was no need to say anything. I just shook my head lightly.

their lead, don't be nervous, and relax a

felt a warmth in

honored

"Thank you," I said.

in

look good?"

model-like figure;

great!" I

room, looked at himself

gave him a

picking out the