Chapter 18 Torture of Eyes!

Emily was a bit confused, "Help you examine? Examine what? Your legs?" Ethan remained calm, his tone steady, "Examine the injured part of my body." Emily was immediately dumbfounded. She understood what he meant. "Mr. Thomas, there's really no need to examine. The impact wasn't strong enough to cause any harm to you, at most it might just be a slight discomfort." Emily forced a smile, but inside, she was cursing vehemently. "I want certainty, not speculation," Ethan turned his wheelchair to face her directly, his deep eyes seemingly capable of devouring people. "I don't have an heir yet, so this matter cannot be taken lightly." Emily was speechless. She felt like crying. Byron looked shocked. Although Ehan spoke seriously, he was seriously acting like a pervert. He thought, ‘Could it be that Mr. Thomas is genuinely interested in Emily?’ He decided to assist. "Mrs. Thomas, I'll leave this to you then. I'll head back now." With that, Byron swiftly made his exit. In the vast room, only Emily and Ethan remained. Emily was infuriated, but she couldn't just refuse. She could only grit her teeth and suggest, "Mr. Thomas, my skills might not be sufficient to make an accurate judgment. How about I take you to the hospital now?" "No need, help me prepare the bath," Ethan's expression remained indifferent as he spoke. Emily was internally wailing. Yesterday, she narrowly escaped the tragic fate of bathing him, but today it seemed she couldn't avoid it. It looked like she was destined to help Ethan bathe. She gritted her teeth and headed towards the bathroom. The slender silhouette of Emily was particularly eye-catching, especially her attractive legs that were revealed, making it hard for people to look away. Ethan inexplicably felt his throat go dry. However, he thought, ‘Is the woman's actions today genuine, or is she trying to gain my trust?’ Thinking about this, his dark eyes dimmed a bit. The sound of water came from the bathroom. Shortly after, Emily walked back, pushing Ethan towards the bathtub. Although she hadn't bathed him yesterday, she had mentally prepared herself, so today she seemed much more straightforward about it. If she had to do it, she would. After all, she felt that it wasn't her being embarrassed. With this mindset, Emily's movements were very agile. However, when she saw his groin, she was shocked for a moment. She thought, ‘He is truly gifted.’ "Get out." Suddenly, Ethan's cold voice interrupted her thoughts. Emily quickly averted her gaze, reached out to help Ethan up, and then she was promptly chased out of the bathroom by him. Standing at the door, Emily waited. The heat on her cheeks was outrageous, almost boiling. She kept fanning her cheeks with her hand, trying to cool down, but hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, images involuntarily flashed in her mind, and the temperature on her face remained high. "Come in." Ten minutes later, Ethan's command echoed out. Emily walked in nervously with her face flushed. Avoiding eye contact, she handed a white dry towel to Ethan. After a series of tasks, she pushed him out of the bathroom, helped him sit on the edge of the bed, and then fetched pajamas from the wardrobe to give to him. Ethan took the pajamas and gracefully draped them over himself, his movements elegant enough to make one overlook his physical limitations. "Mr. Thomas, can I go now?" Emily was sweating from exhaustion. Ethan quietly stared at her. He hadn't probed yesterday, but today's attempt made him temporarily certain that Emily was not a spy. Because her focus was no longer on his legs, but on his groin. "Yes," he replied lightly. Emily breathed a sigh of relief. If she stayed here any longer, she feared she might go blind. She thought Mr. Thomas should be the one feeling embarrassed, but he seemed indifferent, while she wished she could find a hole to hide in. Turning around, Emily took a few steps before suddenly turning back, "Mr. Thomas, have you hired a caregiver yet?" Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly. Emily's cheeks were still as red as cooked shrimp. He couldn't resist teasing her, "Not yet." Emily froze. If a caregiver wasn't hired today, she'd have to endure another day of the same torture. But she hadn't dared to look closely, so she didn't know if he was capable of performing sex or not. She thought, ‘But if a man was capable, he wouldn't say he wasn't, so he must not be capable of having sex.’ Back in the room, Emily thought that since Ethan didn't let her check himself, it further confirmed her thoughts that Ethan couldn’t have sex. She felt that making her stay to check was just a facade. ***** The next day, Emily slept until the sun was high up. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she remembered today was her day to visit her own family. She thought, ‘The Parker family, I am going to settle scores with you!’ After tidying up, she hurried downstairs, only to suddenly see various kinds of breakfast laid out on the dining table, extremely sumptuous. Rosalind rushed over when she saw Emily, "Mrs. Thomas, a new cook has come to the house. Mr. Thomas ordered everything to be according to your taste. But we don't know your preferences, so we made a variety of breakfast items. You can eat what you like and leave what you don't." Emily blinked in surprise and thought, ‘Did Ethan personally order to improve my treatment? It seems my willingness to help yesterday had paid off.’ Emily ate heartily, then hurried to the Parker family. The Parker family was still in the same old place. In front of the dilapidated villa gate, Emily felt a slight daze. This place held the most memories with oof her being with her mother, but now it no longer belonged to her. She raised her hand and knocked on the black iron gate. "Who's making such a racket!" From the balcony upstairs, Sarah's impatient voice rang out. She was wearing a sexy red camisole pajamas. When she rubbed her eyes and looked down, she was shocked for a few seconds. After realizing she wasn't mistaken, she screamed, "Emily, how dare you come back!" Sarah turned around angrily and quickly rushed out. Following Sarah were Patrick, Emily’s stepmother Ramona, and her father Fred. What surprised Emily was that Patrick and Sarah hadn't fallen out, but were actually living together in the Parker family. She found it quite ridiculous. "You wicked girl, how dare you come back? I am going to beat you to death!" Fred glared furiously at Emily while gnashing his teeth and shouting. Ramona opened the iron gate and rushed forward, raising her hand intending to slap Emily. "You little slut, you've caused such a disaster for the Parker family. Watch how I deal with you today!" However, before her hand could come down, Emily fiercely pushed it away. Caught off guard, Ramona stumbled backward, nearly falling but managing to maintain her high-class demeanor, though she looked quite disheveled. Emily looked coldly at the four people in front of her while sneering, "I'm not in the mood for your tantrums. I'm here to take back my mother's things."