In Garbo Palace.

Ethan seemed very displeased, staring at Stephen, who insisted on administering medicine for Kylie in person.

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"I have the best doctor here," Ethan said in an unpleasant tone.

"No doctor is better than me," Stephen said lightly, dealing with the injury on Kylie's neck with great care.

"Don't let the wound get wet these days. I'll give you the best medicine to ensure that no scare will be left." Stephen looked at Kylie with tender eyes.

Kylie touched the gauze bandages around her neck. "It's fine. If it leaves a scar, just take it as another wrinkle."

Ethan was more displeased now.

She remained silent along the way back but became so humorous with Stephen all of a sudden.

"Stay here with me tonight," Ethan said.

"I think I better go back with Stephen. What if his housekeeper..." Before Kylie could finish her sentence, Stephen interrupted. "It's fine. You can stay here. The housekeeper left to take care of my parents."

"Your parents came here?" Kylie was surprised. She didn't expect Stephen's parents would be here so soon.

"Yes, they just arrived." Stephen sorted out the medicine box, then stood up. "I'll go back now."

"Let me walk you out." Dinah followed him, standing up.

Stephen gave her a glance, but didn't reject, then turned to Kylie. "You'll join the crew tomorrow, so be careful about the injury on your neck."

Dinah followed Stephen walking to the door, then turned back, saying to Kylie, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

After that, the living hall fell into the silence within a second.

Kylie didn't look at Ethan at all but stood up, walking straight to the bedroom. Ken almost died in the gun war, but he still wouldn't allow Kylie to visit Ken.

However, when Kylie just stepped into the bedroom, Ethan carried her in his arms.

"Are you mad at me?" The man's husky voice sounded above Kylie's head.

"Nope." Kylie turned her head away, not to look at him.

The man gently put her down on the bed, then his hand fell on her neck. "Let me see it."

"Don't. It was just wrapped up."

The man didn't listen to her but unwrapped the gauze bandages from her neck.

His slim long beautiful fingers touched the wound, which was as thin as a hair. "I'm sorry. I used a lot of force."

Ethan's voice was so tender and soft, like a soft cloud, or a misty fog.

It seemed he just had said the sweetest sweet nothings, or never had moved his lips.

Kylie gave up and held his hand. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have exposed your secret before Michael."

"The man in the video isn't me after all." Ethan carried her in his arms again, walking to the bathroom.

"But, I said you have a mental illness." Kylie laid her head on the man's strong shoulder, then pursed her lips. "What if he tells someone else?"

"I'm afraid he can't." Ethan put her down by the side of the bathtub.

"Is he dead?" Kylie was surprised.

"No, but he got three shots, and he has colorectal cancer, so I'm afraid he can't leave the prison hospital alive." Saying that Ethan turned on the faucet and tested the water temperature with his arm.

Kylie cocked her head, looking at him. "Star said the wound couldn't be wet. I think I better not take a shower."

"Let me wash your feet." Ethan naturally removed her socks and slippers, then put her feet in the bathtub.

Kylie felt like crying.

Looking at the tall man squatting at a small corner holding her feet like holding a rare treasure, Kylie was deeply touched.

"I can wash them myself," she whimpered.

Ethan raised his head to look at her with a charming smile on his lips. "I'll spoil you rotten, so no one else can tolerate your temper, and no one else will grab you away from me."

Hearing these historic sweet nothings, Kylie bent to hug his head.

Her jaw was placed on the man's dusted short hair, and big drops of tears were falling down.

"What if you died before me, what should I do? I probably will kill myself."

Ethan smelt the pleasant scent from her body, saying, "Don't worry. I won't break your heart, and I promise I'll live a day longer than you."

Kylie remained silent, allowing tears to flow down by her face.

Her feet were wrapped in a towel by the man, and Ethan put her back on the bed once more.

"When will you propose to me?" Kylie held his hand and asked all of a sudden. Ethan was struck dumb for a second, and the roots of his ears turned a little red.

"Didn't I already propose just then?" The man felt slightly embarrassed.

"When?" Kylie pouted.

Ethan walked to the bathroom at a brisk pace. "Let me take a shower first, then I'll propose to you by action!"

Kylie snorted with laughter.

They had been apart just for a few days, but the man couldn't wait for a second longer.

After a few minutes, Ethan walked out, throwing his sleeping gown aside before he walked to the bedside.

The next second, Kylie was pressed against his damp muscular chest.

"Are you ready? I'm going to propose now. Lips first." Ethan's voice was hoarse and kissed her without hesitation.

Kylie felt like laughing, but her lips were sucked into his mouth.

The man was so skilled, and Kylie was soon turned on under his attack.

Her arms surrounded the man, and subconsciously clenched his back the second he entered.

Right at this moment, she felt something was wrong.

"Ethan, what happened to your back?"

The man didn't stop but kept moving in. "Nothing."

Before Kylie could think further, she was brought to another world by Ethan. Both of them enjoyed every second of the orgasm.

After a round, Kylie leaned against his chest, painting circles around his nipple.

"How did you get caught by Michael?" Kylie asked.

The man grabbed her finger and kissed it. "I directed in the lounge of the airport and drank a glass of water from a flight attendant, then I fainted."

"Do you know who's the boss behind Michael?"

"No direct evidence."

Kylie laughed. "That means you know who the boss is."

The man answered her with a meaningful smile.

"When will we get married?" Ethan asked at short notice.

Kylie turned her head away. "You didn't propose at all!"

Ethan rolled on her, smiling. "You want me to continue."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Stop it!" Kylie laughed when her legs were raised up.

The man squeezed in at a slow pace, staring at Kylie's satisfied face, hearing her moan with sexual pleasure. "I won't stop until you say yes."

Kylie didn't know what to do now.

The man easily got jealous and was like Superman in the bed.

Seeing the daybreak coming, Kylie finally gave in.

"Yes, let go get the marriage license once the Marriage License Bureau opens!"