Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 132 You Look So Cute When You're Shy

Sitting behind Ethan's desk, I spotted a document chillin' on the clean surface.

Sure, it wasn't weird to see papers there, but when I casually flipped through it, Faris's name jumped out at me.

Just as I was about to dive deeper, the document got snatched away.

I looked up and there was Ethan, standing right in front of me, holding the document.

I hadn't even heard him come in.

"When did you get here?" he asked.

I got up from the fancy chair and said, "Just a bit ago."

Ethan walked around, plopped down in the chair I was just in, pulled out a key, opened a drawer, tossed the document in, and locked it up.

I wanted to ask about the document, but I bit my tongue. He'd told me before to steer clear of Faris, and I didn't want him getting any ideas.

"I heard from the assistant there's some drama at the construction site. Everything cool?" I asked.

Ethan cracked his neck a couple of times, pulled me onto his lap, and said in that low, magnetic voice of his, "Don't sweat it. Why waste your brain cells on that? Overthinking makes you age faster." Suddenly in Ethan's arms, surrounded by his strong scent, I was slow to react.

After a bit, I muttered, "Then why don't you age from all your thinking? God must really like you."

Ethan grinned and said, "Because my kidneys are strong. Haven't you noticed?"

Even though it was true, I pretended not to care and huffed. "You really think highly of yourself."

Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice.

"Did you forget? Need me to remind you right now?"

"Are you shy?" Ethan teased, his voice all husky.

"Honey, you look so cute when you're shy."

Suddenly, a cough interrupted us, making me jump. I instinctively turned my head to look.

But Ethan held my head in place, continuing his kiss, slow and savoring like he was enjoying a gourmet meal.

When he finally let go, I quickly stood up from his lap, embarrassed, and looked towards the door.

To my surprise, it was Faris standing there, arms crossed, smirking like he was watching a soap opera.

I lowered my head, straightening my slightly messed-up clothes, feeling super awkward.

Faris walked in slowly, smiling. "Looks like I came at a bad time."

Why was he here? For that agreement?

While I was lost in thought, Ethan suddenly turned to me and said, "You should head home first. I want your baked fish tonight."

I got the hint-Ethan was trying to send me away.

As I left and closed the office door behind me, I saw Faris sitting across from him.

Leaving Skyline International Corporation, I headed straight to the grocery store.

I had made baked fish a few times, and he always said it was bomb.

At this hour, the fresh produce section was pretty picked over, and there were only two fish left, just enough for dinner.

As I held the bag, feeling lucky to have snagged them, I heard a familiar voice next to me say, "I want to eat fish."

I turned and saw Vivian, the woman who had once wrecked my marriage and now had no ties to me, eyeing the two fish.

Vivian seemed to just notice it was me, clearly stunned for a moment, then raised an eyebrow.

"It's you?"

I responded, "Yeah."

Not wanting to engage, I turned back and saw someone else had already taken the two fish.

"Vivian, there are only two left, but it's enough for a meal," a man said to Vivian, looking for her approval.

Vivian touched her belly and gave me a smug smile, but it was the man who spoke.

"People say eating fish during pregnancy makes the baby smarter."

I glanced at her still-flat stomach, feeling a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Why was it so easy for others to get pregnant? It was just unfair!

The man said, "We'll come earlier next time to buy."

This guy looked unfamiliar, not the one I saw with Vivian in Arthur's room that day. He seemed pretty nice, pushing a shopping cart while Vivian had her hands free. Definitely a henpecked husband. Vivian should find a guy who'd cater to her every whim.

"Emily, why are you grocery shopping alone? Where's your husband?" Vivian asked with a smile.

She asked on purpose, just to rub it in that she had her hubby with her while I was flying solo. I shrugged. "He's busy."

"Do you know each other?" her husband asked.

Vivian smiled and nodded. "We used to work together; of course we know each other."

Then she turned to the guy and said all sweetly, "Honey, I'm tired from walking; my feet are killing me. Let's head home early."

The guy nodded eagerly. "Okay, come on. Honey, I'll support you. Take it slow."

Watching Vivian get pampered by her husband as they walked away, I couldn't help but think of a servant helping a queen. They were pretty much the same!

After venting my thoughts, I felt a bit better, but when I turned back, the fish were gone.

I sighed deeply, kicking myself for being too slow.

"Emily?"

Hearing someone call my name, I turned around and saw Jason standing there with a shopping cart.

I was momentarily stunned, then greeted him with a smile. "What a coincidence."

Jason smiled. "Yeah, doing some grocery shopping?"

I nodded. "I was planning to buy two fish, but I was a bit late."

Jason looked at his shopping cart, and I followed his gaze, noticing he had just bought two yellow croakers.

We exchanged a glance and both laughed.

"Anyway, I can't finish them by myself. Let's eat together," Jason said with a smile.

Half an hour later, we were back at the villa, and Jason brought in all the groceries he had bought. I admitted my cooking wasn't as good as his and asked him to take charge.

As the meal was almost ready, I was about to call Ethan to ask when he'd be back.

Before I could dial, I heard the sound of a car.

I hurried to open the door, and Ethan got out, walking towards me with a smile. "I'm surprised you're welcoming me today. I feel quite flattered."

I said, "Because there's a chef cooking today, I'm off the hook."

Ethan saw Jason coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup and walked over with a smile.

"A rare guest."

Jason put down the soup and smiled helplessly. "You're using the wrong word. What kind of guest cooks for themselves?"

I told Ethan about the grocery store incident.

He laughed. "Jason, so you got hijacked by Emily halfway."

Jason handed out forks to us and laughed. "Not only hijacked but also put to work. I'm really suffering here."

Ethan picked up his fork and said seriously, "So, in the future, when you see Emily, stay away from her. She's better at exploiting people than a Wall Street banker." Jason laughed.

I glared at Ethan. His eyes were smiling, and eventually, I couldn't help but laugh too.

It felt like it had been ages since the house had such a good vibe. I actually missed the time when Jason lived here; it was lively. Most importantly, he did all the cooking. "How's your reading going?" Jason suddenly asked me while we were eating.

I said awkwardly, "I've been delayed by learning to drive, and with all sorts of things happening every day, I'm still at a standstill. Someone like me, who isn't naturally gifted, is never gonna be a top student." They both laughed at my words.

Ethan smiled and said, "It's okay to be slow, as long as you're diligent. Practice makes perfect."

I remembered that Faris had also told me that.

I didn't know what he and Faris had discussed or traded in the office. But seeing Ethan's state when he came back, it seemed like nothing major had happened.

After dinner, Jason volunteered to wash the dishes. He really was a diligent and good guy.

I quickly took over and joked. "Forget it. You should go watch TV. You rarely come over, so I won't exploit you."

After washing the dishes, I went out to find them playing chess instead of watching TV.

I sat to the side, too embarrassed to admit I didn't understand. So I watched silently, pretending to know.

After a few rounds, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Victor standing there unexpectedly.

Since exposing his use of Faye, we hadn't had any direct contact.

Victor's face didn't look good at all. As soon as I opened the door, he pushed me aside and stormed in.

He was furious, his eyes looking like he wanted to hit someone.

Sensing something was wrong, I quickly followed him in.

But I didn't expect Victor to grab a fishbowl from the cabinet and hurl it at Ethan.

His aim was dead-on, hitting Ethan's head squarely.

The fishbowl fell onto the coffee table and then rolled to the floor, shattering with a crisp sound.

A stream of blood immediately flowed down Ethan's forehead.