Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 70 The First Time I Washed a Woman's Feet

The noisy crowd suddenly hushed and made way.

Ethan, rocking a white shirt and suit pants, strolled over, grabbing everyone's attention.

I was a hot mess on the ground, hair all over the place. He, like some superhero, pulled me out of the chaos with just one line. I knew his high-profile status meant bad news if he got tangled in any drama. Ethan was always low-key, but now he was front-page material.

Someone in the crowd whispered, "Damn, he's hot."

The young women clutched their hearts, totally floored that he was the main guy in this mess.

Ethan stood tall with a cold smirk, looking down at Skye from his towering height. "The dude in the photo is me, and you say I'm your husband? That's a joke."

Everyone cracked up. Skye felt the burn but wasn't backing down. "The guy in the photo is you? You're just covering for this chick, aren't you? But it's not that simple."

"Watch your mouth. This is Mr. Windsor, the president of Skyline International Corporation," Piper Johnson, Ethan's serious-looking assistant, chimed in.

Piper's words dropped like a bomb, revealing Ethan's identity and shocking everyone.

A person gotta be sharp to be a president's assistant. Piper must've had Ethan's green light to spill the beans like that.

Ethan said coolly, "About today's news, my lawyer's already issued a statement. Keep slandering or harassing, and I won't be nice."

Skye was floored by Ethan's identity but quickly bounced back, still relentless. "Do you have a scar on your waist too?"

Ethan flashed a killer smile. "Don't believe me? Wanna check?"

As he spoke, he actually started unbuttoning his shirt, causing a wave of screams.

I was stunned, thinking, 'Who is this guy? To him, am I just a contract? Is it worth it for him to clear my name by stripping in public?'

Honestly, even though we'd had many close moments, I never really noticed if he had a scar.

Ethan calmly unbuttoned his shirt, pulled one side aside, and sure enough, there was a scar. Skye was speechless.

The crowd, filled with girlish fantasies, screamed and whipped out their phones to snap pics.

Even the reporter nearby quickly grabbed his camera, snapping pics while asking, "Mr. Windsor, is she your girlfriend?"

Ethan, with his shirt open and his firm chest half-revealed, looked especially tempting.

Ethan squatted down and picked me up, saying to the reporter, "Check Twitter, and you'll know. If I'm not mistaken, my lawyer should've already posted the statement." For a moment, everyone whipped out their phones to check.

As we walked into Skyline International Corporation, I heard gasps from everyone, like they'd just seen something mind-blowing.

I wondered what Ethan had his lawyer post.

Ethan carried me all the way, ignoring the stares, while I stayed quiet. He'd just bailed me out of a tough spot; I couldn't ignore his kindness.

Entering his office, he placed me on the sofa, then stood up and slowly buttoned his shirt. I sat while he stood.

He didn't say a word, but the vibe got awkward. I hadn't forgotten that even without today's drama, he and I were in conflict.

Ethan suddenly squatted down and grabbed my ankle. "Lift your foot."

After some hesitation, I lifted my foot. He took off my shoe and saw several blisters on the sole of my foot.

He seemed to get angry, and after a moment, he stood up. "Wait here."

He left the office and came back shortly with a basin of water.

When he lifted my foot, I instinctively pulled back.

Ethan looked up at me. "You should feel honored. This is the first time I've washed a woman's feet."

Even though my heart ached and his tone was harsh, warmth filled my heart. The warm water soaked my feet, and the blisters hurt.

The employees of Skyline International Corporation would never imagine that their president was washing a woman's feet in his office.

After washing, Ethan dried my feet, brought a first aid kit, applied medicine, and wrapped them in gauze.

After all this, I stood up and said I needed to use the restroom. There was a private bathroom in his office. He bent down as if to carry me, and I quickly sat back on the sofa in fright. "I'll go myself."

My intense reaction seemed to tick him off. He put his hands on his hips, his brows furrowed, and moved his lips as if to say something but held back. He pointed to the bathroom, letting me go myself.

Once inside, I locked the door and immediately took out my phone. I was dying to know what kind of statement Ethan had issued that left everyone so shocked.

After reading it, I couldn't keep my cool.

Ethan had posted the original, unblurred photo, confirming he was the guy in it, and even attached a marriage certificate.

I thought, 'For such a high-profile guy to suddenly reveal he's married, that's gotta be a big deal for him, right? Why would he do this? To him, am I not just a contract of sale? Clearly, the defamatory tweet about me this morning isn't his doing. Then who could it be?'

When I came out of the restroom, Ethan was already behind his desk, flipping through documents, looking super busy.

I sat back on the sofa. The office was eerily quiet, with only the sound of pages turning and a pen scratching on paper.

"Pour me a glass of water," he said without looking up.

I stared at him, frozen. 'Is he treating me like a secretary?'

Probably noticing that I hadn't moved, Ethan looked up at me. Meeting his gaze, I lost the courage to confront him. Considering he helped me out today, pouring a glass of water was no big deal.

After pouring the water, I placed it beside him and was about to turn when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.

I stiffened in his embrace and blurted out, "Didn't you say that if you come looking for me again, you're just..."

"Being pathetic." He finished my sentence with a smirk.

Ethan's arm around me tightened, and his previously angry face suddenly smiled. "Yes, I'm pathetic. Now you're smart enough to use my words against me."

"I'm not stupid," I muttered softly.

His smile suddenly eased the tension. I tried to sit up and break free, but Ethan held me tightly, pressing me against his lap.

"Not stupid? I think you're quite foolish." With that, he snatched my phone.

He knew my unlock password and, with one hand, opened my phone and found his number in the blacklist.

Ethan glanced at me, then removed his number from the blacklist and even added the note "husband."

He said, "If you have any problems, come to me. I've always said, I am your strongest support. Isn't it foolish not to use me?"

"I know my place." As soon as I said that, Ethan's face darkened.

"Say that again."

I looked at Ethan without backing down. "Did I say anything wrong? What's real and what's fake? You tell me. I feel like you've been playing me all along."

The next second, he was suddenly very close, his nose almost touching mine.

I instinctively tensed and tried to pull back. He held my waist, not giving me any chance to retreat.

I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He just stared at me for a long time, his jaw clenched, looking super pissed.

But when Ethan spoke, his voice was calm, like he was trying hard to keep his cool. "You have your grievances. But put yourself in my shoes; don't I have mine? Arthur approached you with ill intentions. Are you an idiot? Hasn't he hurt you enough? And you still went back to him. Don't forget, you're divorced from him. I'm your husband now."

I felt like there was a hint of jealousy in Ethan's words.

'To Ethan, isn't this just a transaction?' I wondered to myself.

While I was lost in thought, Ethan suddenly bit my lip. The kiss ended quickly because his desk phone rang.

He seemed annoyed by the untimely call and pressed the speaker button. "Speak."

The person on the other end must have sensed Ethan's displeasure and spoke very cautiously, "Mr. Windsor, the police are here."

I thought, 'The police? Did Ethan call the cops?'

"Let them in," Ethan said.

I quickly got off his lap. This time, he didn't stop me and even tidied up his clothes.

With the sound of footsteps outside, the door soon opened, and Piper led two uniformed officers in.

Ethan stood up and shook hands with them before sitting down opposite them.

The officer said, "Mr. Windsor, we received your report regarding the malicious online attacks on your wife. We've investigated and found that the IP address is from a remote private internet café with no surveillance, making it difficult to identify the suspect. We're here to ask you and your wife some questions to help solve the case more quickly."

I sat on the sofa, listening intently to their conversation. I really wanted to know who hated me so much to slander me like this.

"Actually, I do have some important information to provide," Ethan said, interlacing his fingers and smiling faintly.

I stared at him, waiting for the so-called important information.

Suddenly, Ethan's phone rang. He glanced at it, and his expression darkened.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call," he said to the officers and answered the phone.

He didn't say a word, just listened. I didn't know what the other person said, but his face grew increasingly grim.

After hanging up, he stood up, leaning on the desk, and suddenly smiled at the officers. "This matter ends here. No need to investigate further."