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."

In the tangle of lips and teeth, only our heavy breaths remained. He touched my face, flashed

sigh echoed

"Honey, you're my addiction."

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

Group and found our top tattoo artist. Stripping down to my underwear,

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

I told her where I

after the tattoo was done, Nora

me see, where did you get it?" she

finished design, and

a beautiful goldfish, so

genuine reaction, I

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

"To

"Where?"

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

to explain where

scar's in such a private spot.

at myself in the mirror, and said calmly, "I

"You two are so lovey-dovey,

I casually asked, "Did you sort out last

her expression soured, and she snorted. "You said he was easy to talk to.

words piqued my

"Spill the tea."

down on the nearby

but he's so rigid. He even had the accountant bring a calculator to tally up the bill, insisting I pay for

stifled a laugh. "Didn't you offer yourself

think this is a romance drama? What if I said that and he thought I wasn't worth it? I'd

her, asking, "So how did you resolve

nodded, looking deeply

is a solution: installment

does that work?" I couldn't

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

one did you choose?" I

course, I chose $10 a day. That way, it doesn't