Chapter 22
Ines pictured herself wearing heated shoes, and ear muffs with a hand warmer next to her computer while working, and that image was just too ridiculous to imagine.
She wanted to stop her imagination from going wild. There were people around, so she couldn’t embarrass Ethan so soon.
Ethan didn’t get it, “What are you laughing at?”
“I’m not telling you.”
In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of the hairdryer could be heard. Ethan’s fingers carefully moved through Ines‘ long hair, treating it like a precious treasure.
However, for Ines, it was a different feeling. Ethan’s fingertips occasionally scraped her scalp, causing a tingling sensation. His hot breath hit her neck and ears when he lowered his head. The manly scent mixed with the shower smell made her feel hot all over.
The few short minutes were undoubtedly torturous for her.
As soon as the hairdryer stopped, Ines immediately jumped away and slid into bed. She lay in a corner of the bed, rolled a few times, and took two–thirds of the blanket to wrap her body tightly. Then she muttered, “I’m…too tired today. I’m going to sleep. Good night.”
Ethan looked at the remaining third of the blanket and couldn’t help but laugh, his tone mocking, “Mrs. Meyer, are you sure this isn’t mistreating your husband in the middle of winter?”
Ines puzzled by his laughter, sat up and saw the entire blanket on her body, leaving Ethan with nothing. She felt embarrassed and silently pulled the blanket back, “Sorry, I’m used to sleeping alone.”
Ethan didn’t tease her further. He lay down and turned off the light.
In the pitch–black room, only a faint light was near the curtains.
Lying under the same blanket with a man. Ines felt uncomfortable hearing each other breathe, even though Ethan was far from her. She unconsciously moved towards the edge of the bed, making loud rustling noises in the quiet bedroom.
“If you move any further, you’ll fall off,” Ethan couldn’t help but remind her in the dark, fearing she would actually fall.
She was caught. Ines felt uneasy and whispered, “I won’t. I know my limits.”
“Thud!”
The room’s light turned on, illuminating the entire room. Ines curled up with her back to him, most of her body almost falling off.
Ethan couldn’t tell how she was, immediately got out of bed, walked around to her side, and saw her holding her forehead, slightly frowning.
Ethan found the first aid kit, brought some ointment, and chuckled.
Ines felt embarrassed and annoyed, wishing she could crawl into a crack in the ground. She glared at him stubbornly, lips pursed, saying nothing.
Ethan squatted down, rubbed her long hair, pulled her hand away from her forehead, and carefully applied medicine to the swollen area, gently rubbing it in, “Stop sulking. I’ll move it out and throw it away tomorrow to avenge you, okay?”
Ines couldn’t help but laugh. This man’s way of comforting people could be more sophisticated. She wasn’t a child. “Still able to laugh, you seem fine.”
