Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 197 Wish You a Safe Journey

He was looking for my opinion, but Ethan's actions and his quickening breaths were screaming, "He can't hold it in anymore."

Women had this milky scent when they were breastfeeding, and it seemed to drive him wild.

The moment my breast was barely touched, the breast milk, already ready to burst, flowed out like a dam breaking, soaking my shirt in no time.

He had me straddle him, placing me on the desk, kissing me like a pro. Even though we'd been apart for over six months, we still knew each other's bodies so well, and he easily lit my fire. My body was all in, but my mind was a mess.

I was struggling, conflicted, torn! My hands weakly tried to push him away.

"Honey. I've missed you so much!" Ethan's seductive voice was slowly breaking down my defenses.

Flashes of memories hit me, especially that recording. Remembering him saying he didn't love me was like a cold shower, snapping me back to reality.

I suddenly shoved him away, trying to catch my breath.

He looked at me, confused, his eyes burning with desire.

When he reached out to touch my face, I dodged, stood up, and clutched my open shirt, trying to cover myself.

"I'm going to change my clothes." I bolted to the small break room.

Closing the door, I leaned against it, taking deep breaths. Wanting a man might be separate from love, but for me, it was all tangled up; I couldn't just ignore my feelings.

I found a new shirt and changed out of the soaked one.

When I opened the break room door, Ethan was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for me. I walked out calmly, and he pulled me into his arms. He had calmed down a bit, but his breathing was still uneven, and his heartbeat was strong. "Honey, you're still mad at me," he whispered in my ear.

I gently pushed Ethan away, walked back to my desk, sat down, and opened a file, not looking up. "If you really can't hold it in, you can find someone else."

The air was thick with tension, like a thousand drawn bows ready to pierce my heart.

After a while, I finally heard Ethan's footsteps moving.

He stopped across the desk, silent for a long time.

But I didn't dare look up at him, nor could I guess if his hands in his pockets were relaxed or clenched.

"Emily, I'm human, not driven by base instincts. All my uncontrollable feelings are because it's you. I'll go check on the kids."

and saw my flushed cheeks

like nothing had happened. Ethan was still good to me and

staring at the city lights,

for a photo shoot. After

I couldn't zip up my dress. Suddenly, Ethan's hands zipped it up for me. I awkwardly brushed my hair, but he

flight to Starlight City at 8 AM

at

came

been distant lately, his sudden announcement of leaving made the pain

he filled his eyes with an

arms, a hug without desire but with a hint

will

of me, stubbornly staring at

and softly agreed, and

the photographer instructed, with him holding our

the camera and said, "Smile a bit more. Look, your twins are so adorable. You are really

freed one hand to wrap around

Hunter, sitting on my lap, suddenly sneezed,

each other, and I suddenly

at me, his

the moment, capturing the scene, and then stood up, saying, "Alright, you

studio, Ethan and I took the kids home and left them with

on a chic winter outfit, and put on some light makeup. Thanks to some serious postpartum recovery, my figure was even better than before, surprising a lot of my clients. Feeling like I was about to go on a date, I nervously grabbed

out on the balcony, smoking. I called out

around, looking a bit

his cigarette and walked towards me, his

"You look beautiful!"

bag, I stayed

time, I wore four-inch high heels. Standing next to the tall Ethan, I didn't have to look up as much. Aurora once said high heels naturally boosted a woman's confidence

where a waiter led us to a reserved private room. The room was spacious and fancy, with a dining table, TV, sofa, and even a bed. Dim lights, candles, red wine,

white shirt with the sleeves half-rolled and the top two buttons undone, showing off his firm chest. He opened a bottle of red wine and placed it on the table. As the conveyor belt gently rolled, the bottle stopped in

a while, there was a knock on the door. Ethan used a remote to open it, and a

the table, the waiter politely

had dishes slowly

a drink with me first," Ethan said,

looked at

to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said my stomach has recovered well, and it's okay for me to drink moderately." He still knew me