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.

his slightly drunken gaze seemed to hide some emotion I couldn't quite figure out. "It's

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

stunned. "What

table, and looked at me more seriously than before, saying clearly, "I think we should get

my head. I was dumbfounded, staring at

"Why?"

staring off into space like he was deep

like

need

casual words made my nose

something felt off. He had been so good to me, his kindness had quickly made me fall into happiness. He even said he owed me a wedding. I

dare look into his eyes because his

Tomorrow, we'll go to the Marriage Bureau to

He didn't look like he

hear my heart shattering

been through so much and finally started a peaceful life.

I didn't mind being humble

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

upset about what Mary said that day? You don't have to

he interrupted me calmly. "This has nothing to

wouldn't understand, Ethan spoke slowly,

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

to pour myself a drink, but my hands were shaking so

sensation in my throat couldn't mask the pain

do we have?" I asked,

of smoke quickly blurring my view, making

your father and

felt my eyes fill

your fault, nor

live with my conscience!" Ethan's voice grew

terribly, but I

the only one and you told me never to leave. It was you who said we would travel next year and that

frown. He poured another glass of wine and drank it, the

for more than half a year, yet you said the children were mine. Emily,

disbelief, almost biting my

"What are you saying?"

took a drag of his cigarette, and through the smoke, Ethan's

said, we are

smile, "Ethan, are you serious? Do you

supporting his

I make a decision, I rarely change it. We're both adults; I hope you

my bag and stood up, looking at him with a heart full of

"I want you!"

the cigarette in his mouth and didn't look at

around at the ironically romantic setting, gave a self-mocking smile, and turned to leave with

the door, I looked back and saw Ethan picking up the wine bottle again, drinking by

away and stepped out the door, finding Dennis leaning