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 words. In the tangle of lips and teeth, only our

sigh echoed in

"Honey, you're my addiction."

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

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

be the fish's eye, and I hoped my future would be as free as a fish. I lay on a clean bed as she adjusted the lamp and began her work. The process was

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

the tattoo was done, Nora

see, where did you get it?" she

her the finished design, and she exclaimed in

beautiful

reaction, I

into a fish's eye, vivid and lifelike, almost unrecognizable as a scar. "Why did you suddenly

honestly replied, "To

"Where?"

teased. "What kind of scar

to explain where

spot. Besides Ethan, no one else sees it, so why bother with

in the mirror,

two are so lovey-dovey, it's

asked, "Did you

she snorted. "You said he was easy to talk

piqued my

"Spill the tea."

the nearby

the accountant bring a calculator to tally up the bill, insisting I

stifled a laugh. "Didn't you

is a romance drama? What if I said that and he thought I wasn't

"So how did you resolve it in the end?

nodded, looking

a

does that work?" I couldn't help

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.

which one did you

said, "Of course, I chose $10 a day. That way, it doesn't hurt