CHAPTER 171: CHAPTER 171: ETHAN GRANT STARTS SPOILING HIS WIFE

Ethan’s consciousness was a bit hazy, and he tightened his grip on Yvette Aston, saying nothing.

"Ethan... are you not feeling well?" Yvette panicked, touching Ethan’s forehead in fear. "Shall I get you a thermometer?"

"No..." Ethan’s voice was muffled, holding onto Yvette, unwilling to let go, acting like... a child?

Yvette was shocked, and could only coax Ethan like a child. "Be good, I’ll get the thermometer and fever patch."

Ethan groaned, unwilling to let go.

Yvette had no choice but to forcefully remove his hands.

But just as she was about to get up, she noticed her clothes were clenched in Ethan’s hand.

Yvette smiled helplessly; how did Ethan become so childlike after getting sick...

Summers wasn’t even this clingy.

The contrast was really striking.

"Don’t leave me..." Ethan’s voice was very weak.

He might really have fallen asleep.

Yvette looked back at Ethan.

Ethan’s image to the outside world had always been cold, ruthless, and decisive.

He established his own company and brought Grant Group to its current heights, his capabilities were beyond doubt.

Having lost his mother in his teens, with an unloving father and a harmful stepmother, he walked alone to this point.

Ethan actually yearned for love in his heart, yet rejected everyone’s affection.

After taking the thermometer, Yvette measured his forehead temperature, 38.6 degrees; it was already a high fever.

After using the mercury thermometer, Yvette prepared a cold medicine drink and brought a fever patch over.

"Ethan? How about drinking the medicine before sleeping?" Yvette coaxed softly.

Ethan frowned, not wanting to move.

He rarely got sick since childhood, so there were never any medicines prepared at home. It was only after Yvette came that Ethan, worried she’d fall ill, prepared cold medicine, which ended up being useful for himself now.

Ethan felt a bit guilty, perhaps this was from being frightened...

"No medicine." Ethan had never taken medicine since he was a child; it was too bitter, and with his good constitution, he never needed it—sleep would suffice.

"No way." Yvette insisted he take the medicine because the mercury thermometer showed a body temperature of 39 degrees.

This was a high fever.

Seeing Ethan being disobedient, Yvette had to personally try to pull him up.

But Ethan was too heavy, and Yvette fell into his arms.

Ethan conveniently hugged her, pressing her beneath him. "You provoked me first..."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, yet clearly carried a hint of desire.

In the adult world, pleasure was not that difficult to express.

Especially for someone like Ethan, who had been celibate for over twenty years... suddenly tasting the sweetness.

It was clear that every moment Yvette stayed by his side was tormenting.

"You... drink the medicine first." Yvette said nervously.

"A reward for obediently taking medicine?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, his breath hot.

Yvette’s face turned crimson red, and to coax him into taking the medicine, she could only oblige. "But you’re ill..."

"Sweating will help..." Ethan earnestly coaxed Yvette.

"Who... says that, it’s not scientific." Yvette’s heart raced.

Ethan drank the whole cup of medicine at once, frowning at its bitterness.

"I say so..." Ethan smirked, leaning down to kiss Yvette.

Yvette only felt that the residual taste of the medicine in his mouth was bitter, but after the bitterness, there was a sweet illusion...

Indeed, for someone who’s drunk bitter medicine, even plain water tastes sweet afterward.

Their breathing gradually heated up, and Ethan’s desire for Yvette reached its peak.

He never imagined that he could desire a woman to this extent.

Nor did he imagine... he would willingly indulge himself with a woman.

At this moment, perhaps if Yvette asked him to die, he might be willing.

Yvette’s eyes turned red, nervously holding onto Ethan, breathing rapidly.

Insanity... perhaps everyone had gone insane.

Ethan had a fever, his body burning hot.

Yvette felt she was also feverish, her soul on fire.

Immersed in this desire between man and woman was... a torment for Yvette.

She constantly reminded herself, she was unworthy, unworthy of Ethan.

Both her body and soul were sullied.

Whether outsiders called her a ’wilted blossom’ or said she led an indecent private life...

Yvette felt powerless to explain.

Even if it wasn’t her fault, she still thought she was too unclean to match Ethan.

If her body could serve as an outlet for Ethan’s desires, that might be her value of existence?

...

The next morning.

Yvette woke up, her body feeling sore and swollen.

Ethan was already gone, causing Yvette to sit up in fear, wondering who had turned off her alarm clock...

Nervously getting out of bed to freshen up, Yvette was terrified, having no time to prepare breakfast for the two kids and Ethan.

But just as she stepped out of the room, Yvette was greeted by the aroma of food.

"Daddy is amazing!" Little Summers continued to cheer as usual.

"Mommy, Daddy made scrambled eggs."

Yvette was stunned seeing Ethan busy in the kitchen, a... dignified president making breakfast for a few kids. This scene, she feared she was imagining it from waking up too abruptly.

"Mr. Grant... let me." Yvette ran over, only to find Ethan had already finished.

Just simple sandwiches, burnt fried eggs, and a cup of hot milk for everyone.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand to feel Ethan’s forehead, only relaxing upon finding his fever had subsided.

His physical constitution really was great, looking revitalized overnight.

"Didn’t I tell you so?" Ethan whispered near Yvette’s ear.

Yvette’s earlobes instantly turned itchy red, her neck reddening as well.

"I said sweating lowers fever." Ethan continued to earnestly educate Yvette.

"Eat... eat!" Yvette, slightly embarrassed and furious, stumbled out of the kitchen and sat next to Summers, accompanying the two little ones for breakfast.

"Auntie, my uncle is amazing, he can make breakfast, my dad can’t do anything, he doesn’t even know when milk expires, I once ended up in the hospital because of it." Stephen Sinclair said admiringly.

Yvette sighed, gently ruffling Stephen’s hair.

When parents’ relationships are discordant, it’s the children who suffer.

But children are innocent.

...

Grant Group.

"Junior President Grant, Ethan’s computer has a defense system. If we attack his computer, he might detect it..." A hacker hired by Jayden Grant said.

"So what if he detects it, can he trace us back?" Jayden asked.

"Ethan isn’t a hacker; he can’t do it quickly. By the time he finds a computer expert, our IP would be shut down, making it hard to trace."

Jayden sneered. "That’s good."

"Check if there’s anything useful here. His computer was on for a limited time; this is all I could copy."

Jayden opened the files and looked, feeling irritated. "It’s all useless stuff."

"Then we wait until he turns on the computer and connects to the network, and try again."

Jayden nodded, glancing at the time. Ethan should be coming to work by now.

"Is Ethan supposed to have a negotiation with the benchmark company this afternoon? Get someone from the competing company to chat with Yvette in private and take photos. If the hacker attack on Ethan’s computer is exposed, let the rival company frame Yvette." Jayden said in a low voice.

As long as Ethan no longer trusts Yvette, Yvette will have to leave Grant Group.

Without Ethan, who can Yvette count on.