His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 18: Not as Weak and Helpless as She Seems
Kiana Sutton was taken from the bathroom to the bed by Ethan Sinclair, completely unable to resist.
Outside, it had started to rain at some unknown time.
In the pattering sound of the rain, Kiana Sutton was completely immersed in the pain and pleasure Ethan Sinclair brought her.
The next morning, when Kiana Sutton woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
Seeing herself in Ethan Sinclair’s bedroom, Kiana Sutton was scared and immediately sat up.
As a result, she pulled on her wounds, biting her teeth in pain.
All over her body were traces left by Ethan Sinclair, worse than yesterday.
Ethan Sinclair was no longer there, and Kiana Sutton didn’t dare to stay in his room any longer.
But her clothes had been torn by Ethan Sinclair and were unwearable.
Helplessly, Kiana Sutton found a shirt from Ethan Sinclair’s wardrobe to put on and quietly opened the door, planning to sneak away.
Just as she placed her hand on the door lock, someone pushed the door open.
Seeing it was Ethan Sinclair coming in, Kiana Sutton froze and subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
Seeing her look at him as if she had encountered some monstrous beast, Ethan Sinclair frowned slightly.
Then, he noticed Kiana Sutton was wearing his shirt.
Ethan Sinclair’s shirt could be worn as a dress on Kiana Sutton.
In her hurry to leave, Kiana Sutton had randomly buttoned a few buttons, leaving the top two unfastened.
Ethan Sinclair instantly noticed the kiss marks and bite marks on Kiana Sutton’s neck, which he had viciously caused last night.
Recalling last night, Ethan Sinclair was annoyed to find his body reacting.
Although Kiana Sutton wasn’t tall, her legs were white, straight, and slender, still enticing despite being mostly covered by the white shirt.
Ethan Sinclair smirked, "Dressed like this first thing in the morning, are you trying to seduce someone?"
Kiana Sutton never expected that Ethan Sinclair hadn’t gone to work yet, even at this late hour.
Recalling last night’s events, Kiana Sutton grew even more afraid.
Seeing her body slightly tremble from fear, Ethan Sinclair grew inexplicably annoyed, "What are you standing there for? Get out!"
Kiana Sutton was surprised that Ethan Sinclair let her go so easily.
She had slept on his bed last night, how could someone with OCD tolerate that?
No matter, she decided to quickly slip away!
Kiana Sutton swiftly left Ethan Sinclair’s bedroom, her speed like she feared he would change his mind the next second.
At the entrance of the basement, Kiana Sutton felt awful.
She used to live in the basement, but now her bed and desk were cluttered with miscellaneous items, and large pieces were placed on the floor.
Could Ethan Sinclair have asked Chelsea Chapman to put these things here?
It seemed that he didn’t settle accounts with her this morning because he planned to drive her out of the villa.
Feeling both distressed and lost, Chelsea Chapman arrived.
"Young Madam, are you looking for something?"
Kiana Sutton shook her head, her gaze forlorn, her face full of grievances.
Chelsea Chapman instantly thought of something, and with a smile, said to Kiana Sutton: "The basement is damp and lacks sunlight, which isn’t good for your health, so the young master wants you to live in the guest room on the second floor from now on."
Kiana Sutton was initially delighted, glad that Ethan Sinclair wasn’t planning to drive her away.
But the next second, she remembered Ethan Sinclair’s kindness was for her blood, for Kate Lynch, and her heart felt weighed down by a heavy stone.
"Come with me to the second floor."
Kiana Sutton gently nodded and followed Chelsea Chapman to the guest room.
"There are some skincare and makeup products on the desk over there."
After that, Chelsea Chapman walked to the wardrobe and opened the door, "These are custom-made clothes according to your size; see if you like them. If you’re missing anything, just tell me."
Looking at the wardrobe full of clothes and expensive skincare products, Kiana Sutton’s emotions were complicated.
Suddenly her phone rang; it was a WeChat message from Quinn Sinclair.
"Sis-in-law, how are things with my brother? Did he bully you last night? Did you try to act cute with him?"
After expressing her thanks to Chelsea Chapman, Kiana Sutton asked her to leave, sitting on the bed to reply to Quinn Sinclair’s message.
"Your brother didn’t bully me; acting cute... doesn’t work."
"Doesn’t work? Impossible! Usually, no one can resist acting cute, right? What’s up with my brother?"
Kiana Sutton bit her lip, enduring her discomfort to type with difficulty, "He doesn’t like me!"
That’s why acting cute simply doesn’t work.
Quinn Sinclair seemed to sense Kiana Sutton’s distress and immediately comforted her, "Don’t worry, okay? Even ancient people needed strategies in war, so let’s take our time. Don’t be anxious or sad; I’ll think of a good way."
Kiana Sutton wanted to tell Quinn Sinclair not to bother, but before the message could be sent, her phone ran out of battery.
By the time she charged it, she had completely forgotten about Quinn Sinclair, preoccupied with repaying Zoe Xavier.
At three o’clock in the afternoon, Zoe Xavier, dressed in a black strappy waist dress, entered the makeup room after finishing an event and the assistant handed her an envelope, "Ms. Xavier, this is a letter from President Sinclair."
Zoe Xavier lifted her eyelids lightly, glancing at the pink envelope with her cold eyes, "Ethan?"
"Yes."
Zoe Xavier paused for a few seconds, knowing her son well enough to know that if Ethan Sinclair had something to discuss, he would call directly, rather than sentimentally writing a letter, especially using a pink envelope.
Who would write her a letter under Ethan Sinclair’s name?
"What’s inside?"
"It feels like a card."
A card?
"Open it and take a look."
The assistant opened the envelope and took out a bank card and a gradient green sticky note.
The assistant handed the sticky note to Zoe Xavier; she took it and immediately saw a string of delicate and beautiful handwriting.
"Ms. Xavier, hello, I’m Kiana Sutton.
I originally wanted to call you ’Mom,’ but thinking you might not like me addressing you that way, please forgive me for calling you Ms. Xavier.
This card contains the two hundred thousand you gave my mom, and the password is your birthday.
I apologize on behalf of my mom; I’m sorry, and I won’t let her disturb you again in the future.
Lastly, please forgive me for saying this: take care of your health while filming and get enough rest."
Kiana Sutton habitually drew a cute smiley face at the end whenever she finished writing in her diary or drawing.
Kiana Sutton might not even realize it, but Zoe Xavier’s gaze lingered on that smiley face for several seconds.
"Ms. Xavier, this card..."
Zoe Xavier handed both the sticky note and the card back to the assistant, "Keep both the note and the card together."
The assistant was somewhat surprised; Zoe Xavier, with decades in the industry, had never accepted gifts from fans or others; this time was an exception.
The assistant hadn’t seen what the note said, but judging by Zoe Xavier’s reaction, the person sending the card and letter must be special to her.
While drinking the coffee prepared beforehand by the assistant, Zoe Xavier recalled Kiana Sutton’s cautious and timid demeanor whenever they met.
It seems her daughter-in-law wasn’t as weak and incapable as she appeared.
If she hadn’t used Ethan Sinclair’s name, the letter wouldn’t have reached Zoe Xavier; Kiana Sutton apparently has some brains, after all.
