Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 225 We're Done

A waiter popped in and asked if I was ready to order. I told him to wait for a few more minutes, and he left.

I pulled out my phone, thinking about calling Ethan. My finger hovered over his name, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I kept telling myself, 'Ethan's always on time. If he's late, there's gotta be a good reason. Maybe he's busy setting up the room. He wouldn't just bail on me. Even if something came up, he'd call.' I kept trying to convince myself, but the unease in my gut just kept growing.

After an hour of waiting and worrying, he still hadn't shown up, and I started to freak out.

I finally called him, but he didn't pick up.

'Why isn't he answering? Is he in a meeting? Did something happen?' I thought, getting more and more anxious.

I couldn't sit still anymore.

Just as I was about to head to his office, the door swung open, and there he was.

It was late fall, and the weather was already pretty chilly. He had his suit jacket draped over his arm and was just wearing a thin white shirt.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" he said as he walked in.

Seeing him safe and sound, I let out a huge sigh of relief, realizing all my worries were for nothing.

"It's okay, I haven't been waiting long."

He must've told the staff he was here because the waiter brought in the food and drinks right after.

He sat down across the long table, put down his suit jacket, and without explaining why he was late, he just said, "Honey, you must be starving. Let's eat first."

He opened a bottle of wine, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go, then immediately poured another.

A few candles flickered between us, casting a dim light on his face, making it hard to see clearly. But I could tell something was off with Ethan.

"Why aren't you eating? Don't you like the food?" he suddenly asked.

"No, it's fine," I replied.

"That's good." He downed the second glass.

Glass after glass, he barely touched the food and just kept drinking.

"Drink less; your stomach isn't in good shape," I said.

He gave a faint smile, looking a bit tipsy, and said, "It's fine now, not that weak anymore."

He reached for the wine bottle again, only to find it empty, so he opened a second one.

I couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Did something happen at work?"

He didn't say a word, just poured himself another glass, so full it spilled over.

After downing it in one go, he set the glass down, leaned back, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, showing off his firm chest. "Are you happy with how everything's set up today?" he suddenly asked.

looked even deeper, and his slightly drunken gaze

nodded, saying, "As long as you're happy. I wanted a good

was stunned. "What do you

the table, and looked at me

head. I was dumbfounded, staring

"Why?"

staring off into

what felt like forever, he finally

we need a

casual words made my nose sting

kindness had quickly made me fall into happiness. He even said he owed me a wedding. I couldn't believe he would change so quickly.

dare look into his eyes because his serious gaze made

go to the Marriage Bureau to

he was serious. He didn't look like

felt like I could hear my

through so much and finally started a peaceful life. I

knew I was lowering myself, but I didn't mind

moment, I thought to myself, 'I don't want it to end, it can't

that day? You don't have to

me calmly. "This has nothing to do

afraid I wouldn't understand, Ethan spoke slowly,

anticipation, thinking he would propose to me because he had said he owed me a wedding. But his words brought such a huge psychological

bottle on the table to pour myself a drink, but my hands were shaking so much that I

the glass, the burning sensation in my throat couldn't mask the pain in

do we have?" I asked,

quickly blurring my

your father and

his heavy words, I felt my

that's not your fault, nor is

conscience!" Ethan's

terribly, but I

It was you who said we would travel next

another glass of wine and drank

were gone for more than half a year, yet you said the children were mine. Emily, do you think that's

disbelief, almost biting my

"What are you saying?"

cigarette, and through the smoke, Ethan's voice

said, we are getting a

are you serious?

eyes, one hand wearily supporting his forehead, his knuckles

I hope you can be

stood up, looking at

"I want you!"

his mouth and

romantic setting, gave a

and saw Ethan picking up the wine bottle again, drinking by himself. He

my gaze away and stepped out the