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."

his head, sealing my lips and swallowing all my words. In the tangle of lips and teeth,

echoed in

"Honey, you're my addiction."

embrace, feeling exhausted yet content and dependent. He was my addiction too. Afterwards, he dried my hair and held me as we

our top tattoo artist. Stripping down to my underwear, I pointed to

and handed me a book to choose a pattern. Based on the shape of my scar, she 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 on a clean bed as

was nearly finished, Nora called. I told her where I was, and she said she'd come

after the tattoo was done, Nora

see, where did

the finished design, and she

a beautiful goldfish,

genuine reaction,

the mirror, I gazed at the design. The scar had been transformed into a fish's eye, vivid and lifelike, almost

replied, "To cover a

"Where?"

a closer look, then teased. "What kind

explain where

scar's in such a private spot. Besides Ethan, no one

at myself in the mirror, and said calmly,

are so

asked, "Did

he was easy

piqued

"Spill the tea."

down on the nearby

He even had the accountant bring a calculator to tally up the

a laugh. "Didn't you

eyes dramatically. "Do you think this is a romance drama? What if I said that and he thought I wasn't worth it? I'd be

to her, asking, "So how did you resolve it in the end?

looking deeply

a solution: installment

that work?" I couldn't help but

"He gave me two options: either $50 a day for ten years 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. I couldn't outsmart him; it

you choose?"

I chose $10 a day. That way, it