Chapter 8 Sex

William was the eldest son of Aldrich, already 53 years old this year. He was 24 years older than Ethan. William's only son, Bob, was 26 years old this year, just three years younger than Ethan. Compared to William, Ethan and Bob seemed more like siblings. "I have absolutely no connection with William!" Emily quickly denied it. Ethan's sharp black eyes stared at her intently, and Emily nervously twisted her hands in front of her, feeling a chill down her spine. "It's true, I have no relationship with him at all. If I am sent by William, may lightning strike me!" Emily raised her hand in oath. Anyway, she really had no connection with William. Ethan squinted slightly. He could tell that Emily didn't seem like she was lying. He thought, ‘However, she was acting suspiciously. Is she a spy sent by someone else?’ Seeing him scrutinize her, Emily immediately explained, "I really am not sent by anyone. I voluntarily wanted to marry you. You know I just got out of prison and need someone to rely on. Mr. Thomas, if I really had someone else to rely on, shouldn't I have been out of prison long ago? I was just a little scared to meet you, so I hid and planned to leave after you did. But you stayed too long, and I accidentally fell asleep..." Emily explained earnestly. She suddenly felt that her acting skills were pretty good and that she could have pursued a future in the entertainment industry. Ethan was silent for a few seconds, his face calm and unchanged, but he still didn't give a response. Emily bit her lip, her teeth pressing so hard on her lower lip that it turned pale. Yet, this expression made her look charming and innocent, unconsciously reminding Ethan of the kiss from earlier. It was his first kiss. "Take me upstairs," he said coldly. Emily was stunned. She thought, ‘Is this matter over?’ "Alright!" Emily's face brightened. She immediately went around behind the wheelchair and pushed Ethan out of the study. However, she suddenly became curious and asked, "Mr. Thomas, why did you say I was sent by William? Is it because he used to send spies to be around you?" She found Ethan quite easy to get along with. If she could get closer to him, she felt that maybe she could find out the whereabouts of the medical classics. After asking this, she received no reply from him. Emily felt disappointed and pursed her lips. But she was unwilling to give up and continued, "I heard some gossip about you and William. It's said that three years ago, the accident you had might have something to do with William..." "That's enough!" Ethan interrupted sharply. Emily immediately closed her mouth. A cold voice came from the front, "The more you know, the more tragically you will die." Emily widened her eyes and thought, ‘It seems... this rumor should be true! Then why didn't he go after William?’ "Oh, I see." Emily dared not ask further, afraid of angering him. She pushed Ethan all the way to the bedside in the bedroom. Byron was no longer there, and she felt that she couldn’t just leave Ethan there. Emily could only grit her teeth and ask, "Mr. Thomas, do you need me to help you onto the bed?" Ethan's voice was cold and low, "What do you think?" Emily felt speechless. She scratched her head and walked around to face Ethan in the wheelchair. Ethan was tall, and she was petite, so it would indeed be difficult for her to lift him up. "Mr. Thomas, how about you use both hands to support yourself on my shoulders, and I'll carry you onto the bed?" Emily suggested. Ethan's face darkened slightly. Clearly, he wasn't willing. Emily felt embarrassed. "But I'm not strong enough to lift you." Although she suspected that Ethan might not necessarily have a disability, she couldn't be completely sure. Plus, she had to pretend not to know anything. At this moment, Ethan said softly, "Support me on the right side. My left leg still has strength." Emily covered her lips, slightly surprised, "Really? I thought both of your legs..." However, she didn't expect Ethan to bring up this matter voluntarily. If it was just one disabled leg, then physical exercise was indeed possible, and having abdominal muscles was considered normal. All her previous doubts were dispelled. "Then I'll lift you." Emily took hold of Ethan's right arm. Seeing her innocent appearance as if she truly believed him, Ethan's eyes dimmed slightly. He supported himself with his left hand on the armrest and stood up. Seeing this, Emily quickly stumbled forward, intending to help him sit on the edge of the bed. But just then, she tripped, her foot hitting the wheelchair footrest, causing it to suddenly roll backwards. Ethan frowned immediately, turning around and falling onto the bed, with Emily also tumbling down onto him. The intense impact caused Emily's body to bounce in the air, making her head feel dizzy. When she regained consciousness, she realized Ethan was lying beneath her, and she was firmly pressed against him. At this moment, Emily became extremely awkward once again. She thought, ‘If the incident in the study was an accident, how should I explain this time?’ Emily felt like she wanted to sink through the floor. "How much longer do you plan to stay?" Ethan's deep voice was filled with strong annoyance. Emily's vision blurred and her hands and feet felt weak. She tried to get up but felt powerless all over. Her soft movements against his body ignited his blazing desires. "Get off me!" Ethan grabbed her arm and threw her aside. Emily rolled over, falling onto the other side of the big bed, feeling even more dizzy. She had exhausted her physical strength today and had no energy left. Her eyelids felt heavy, almost sticking together. If it weren't for the repeated accidents that woke her up, she might have fallen asleep on the spot. Struggling to sit up, Emily rubbed her eyes and weakly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas. I'm too tired, that's why I couldn't hold onto you. Let me adjust your sleeping position." Ethan looked at her, and thought, ‘She had deliberately kicked the wheelchair just now, obviously testing whether my right leg was disabled. Was she prepared for this, or was it just a coincidence? But there have been too many coincidences today.’ Ethan didn't ask any more questions. He adjusted himself, calmly placed his head on the pillow, and half-closed his eyes. "Go away." Even though the words were harsh, when spoken by him, they carried a lofty sense of dignity. Emily breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling like she had been liberated. Turning around to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. The next moment, she was pulled back, falling directly onto Ethan's chest. She could look up and see his superior chin and straight nose. "Mr. Thomas, do you... have something else to say?" She was almost dying of exhaustion. "As a couple, we should be having sex tonight, right?" Ethan's thin lips parted lightly, his voice indifferent. "I can give you a chance to seduce me."