Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 208 Installment Payment

Ethan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice got all raspy.

"Your skin's smoother, and your body's firmer."

I tried to act casual while drying my hair. "After having kids, I was worried about my figure. So, I really focused on postpartum care. Now, I get body treatments at my shop every week and do yoga daily. Seems to be working." Ethan replied, "It's working alright. Just looking at you gets me hard."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, making me drop the towel. I steadied myself by placing my hands on his shoulders.

My damp hair brushed his face, leaving little droplets on our pajamas, making them cling to our skin, see-through and tempting.

This time, I kissed him first. He tightened his arms around me, breathing heavily, and kissed me back passionately.

He paused to kiss my scar, his eyes burning with emotion.

"Honey, I'm sorry!"

His lips touched the scar, his voice low and apologetic.

I thought the scar from the bullet must look pretty ugly.

Just as things were heating up, we heard a kid crying from the side.

Maybe we were too loud, and at the worst moment, the kid woke up. One started crying, and the other followed. Ethan frowned but didn't seem like he wanted to stop.

I pushed him. "They're crying. Are they hungry? Go check on them."

Ethan lowered his head, panting and gritting his teeth, whispering in my ear, "Stopping now would kill me."

Despite his words, he paused, got out of bed, grabbed a towel to wrap around his lower body, and carried the two kids out.

After a bit, he came back alone, probably having taken the kids to the nanny.

He closed the door, walked over, tore off the towel, and picked up where we left off.

I asked, "Is this how you act as a dad?"

"Those little brats ruined my moment."

"You're unreasonable."

my lips and swallowing all my words. In the tangle of lips and teeth, only our heavy breaths remained. He touched my face, flashed a devastatingly charming smile, and leaned over

echoed in my

"Honey, you're my addiction."

arms around his waist, snuggling into his embrace, feeling exhausted yet content and dependent. He was my addiction too. Afterwards, he dried

went to a branch of The Empire Artistry Group and found our top tattoo artist. Stripping down to my underwear, I pointed to the

suggested a goldfish. The round scar could be the fish's eye, and I hoped my future would be as free as a fish. I lay

as the tattoo was nearly finished, Nora called. I told her where I was, and she said

the tattoo was done,

me see, where did you

finished design,

a beautiful goldfish, so

genuine reaction, I felt

vivid and lifelike, almost unrecognizable as a scar. "Why did

honestly replied, "To

"Where?"

pointed, and Nora took a closer look, then teased. "What kind of scar is that?

to explain where the scar

in such a private spot. Besides Ethan, no one else sees it, so why bother

chin, looked at myself in the mirror, and said calmly,

are so lovey-dovey, it's

was teasing, so I casually asked, "Did you sort out last

and she snorted. "You said he was easy to talk to.

words piqued

"Spill the tea."

down on the nearby

he's so rigid. He even had the accountant bring a calculator to tally up

laugh. "Didn't you

drama? What if I

"So how did you

nodded, looking deeply

is a solution: installment

I couldn't help but

or $10 a day for fifty years. My math is terrible, and he almost confused me. You know he's a businessman, so he's definitely good at calculations.

you

day. That way, it doesn't hurt as much to