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."

the mirror and saw my flushed cheeks and swollen lips. His words before he left brought

still good to me and the kids, but he never initiated

the balcony, staring at the city lights, while I

took them for a photo shoot. After

up for me.

a flight to Starlight City at 8 AM

at

came

we'd been distant lately, his sudden announcement of leaving made the

expression, he filled his eyes

a hug

the shoot, will you have dinner with me? Just the two of

go of me, stubbornly staring at me, waiting

lowered my eyes and softly agreed, and

dressing room, we sat close together as the photographer instructed, with him holding our daughter

raised the camera and said, "Smile a bit more. Look, your twins are

to wrap around my shoulder, pulling me closer

moment, Hunter, sitting on my lap, suddenly sneezed, and Harper followed with

two little ones looked at each other, and

at me, his eyes also filled with

scene, and then stood up, saying, "Alright, you can come to choose the photos in a few

the kids home and left them

threw 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

smoking. I called

turned around, looking

his cigarette and walked towards me, his

"You look beautiful!"

my bag, I stayed

heels. Standing next to the tall Ethan, I didn't have to look up as much.

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,

gazed at him. He had taken off his suit jacket and was wearing a 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 front of

there was a knock on the door. Ethan used a

food from the cart onto the table,

had dishes slowly moving on the

with me first," Ethan said, raising

at

worry. I went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said my stomach has recovered well,