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I clutched the blanket tightly, my nails almost digging into my palms, using the pain to maintain my last thre
ad of clarity.
After a while, Ethan finally walked into the room.
When he looked at me, the coldness in his eyes seemed deliberately suppressed.
Ethan tried to mimic the intimacy and casualness of a married couple, but his awkwardness was apparent:
“…How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?”
Looking at his pretend-concerned face, I slowly lowered my eyelids, using my long lashes to hide all the mo ckery and amusement in my eyes.
When I looked up again, only the perfect amount of confusion and dependence remained.
I nodded slightly, my voice soft:
“It hurts a little… could you help me sit up for some water?”
Ethan’s body visibly stiffened again.
He instinctively glanced at Jake in the doorway, who was suppressing a laugh while making gestures, clearly mouthing: “Go on!”
Finally, Ethan strode over.
He carefully reached out, supporting my back, his movements showing an unfamiliar caution.
His other hand reached for the water glass on the bedside table.
His fingers were long and well-defined, like a piece of cold white jade.
When his fingertips touched the glass, they left a cool sensation.
Completely different from Jake’s always burning-hot palms.
I obediently accepted the glass, deliberately letting my pale fingertips lightly brush against his cool hand.
I saw the muscles in his hand supporting me instantly tighten.
I took a sip of warm water to moisten my cracked lips.
“Thank you… husband.”
Ethan froze.
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“No problem.”
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After a long pause, he finally squeezed two words from his throat, his voice deeper and hoarser than usual: Between husband and wife, no need for thanks. Just focus on getting better.”
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Jake had already disappeared from the doorway.
No doubt rushing off to romance his college freshman.
