Chapter 29 Mr. Thomas, You're Really Amazing

"Mr. Thomas, could you help me get pajamas?" Emily regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.

She thought, ‘How can I order around a disabled person? This is so inappropriate!’

She pursed her lips and quickly said, "Mr. Thomas, forget it. It's inconvenient for you. I'll do it myself."

However, the next moment, Ethan’s deep and cold voice suddenly came, "Which one do you want?"

Emily was stunned for a moment.

She thought, ‘Did he already start helping me fetch the pajamas?’

Seeing her hesitation, Ethan picked up two sets of pajamas, both washed so many times they were almost turning white. He frowned, "The pink one or the green one?"

Although the colors were still discernible, they were almost faded to white.

"Either one is fine," Emily replied.

She didn't expect Ethan to actually run errands for her.

Ethan furrowed his brows and finally chose the pink one. Controlling the wheelchair, he arrived at the door of the bathroom and knocked on the frosted glass.

Emily had already seen the dark figure outside the door. She quickly opened a small gap in the door and extended her left hand.

"Mr. Thomas, please give me the pajamas." Emily waved her hand.

Ethan narrowed his eyes as he saw her arm.

It was attractive, slender, and just bathed, presenting a faint glow.

The frosted glass revealed her petite figure, graceful and poised, her slender legs reminding him of her appearance in a white dress yesterday.

"Here." Ethan handed the nightgown to Emily and instructed, "Use my money to buy a few more pajamas tomorrow. Don’t feel bad about it."

After Emily took the pajamas inside and closed the door, she looked at the pink pajamas in her hand and slightly lowered her gaze.

These two pajamas were made by Tilda. Even though they were a bit tight, she had kept them with her all the time.

Emily didn't move a muscle and didn't make a sound.

Ethan cleared his throat and continued, "Don’t worry about paying me back. And about today's etiquette teacher..."

Listening to Ethan mention Trista, Emily hurriedly said, "Mr. Thomas, please don't arrange another weird teacher for me anymore. I can't learn those things."

She had confronted Trista today and embarrassed Ethan. She thought he might want to scold her for it.

Emily took off the towel on her body, wiped off the water drops, and quietly waited to see how Ethan would criticize her.

Outside the door, Ethan watched this scene, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

He thought, Damn it! Does this woman know that her current appearance, every move, and contour, can be seen by me?’

However, all he could see was a dark outline of her body, unable to discern her true appearance.

Ethan felt his body heat up. He reached out and pulled his collar, his brow furrowed.

Inside, Emily had no idea what was going through Ethan's mind. She put aside the towel and started to put on the pajamas.

But as she buttoned up, she asked, "Mr. Thomas, why aren't you saying anything?"

She thought, ‘Has he not decided how to criticize me yet?’

"It's nothing." Ethan snapped out of his thoughts and turned his wheelchair away from the bathroom door.

Emily frowned in confusion. She thought, ‘After he mentioned Trista, he stopped talking. What exactly does he mean? Is he subtly warning me?’

By then, she had already put on her pajamas and opened the bathroom door, only to see Ethan still in front of the door, his back turned towards her.

She immediately said, "Mr. Thomas, let's not beat around the bush. If you think I embarrassed you today, I have nothing to say. I'll just lie down and accept your criticism."

"Lie down..." Ethan's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He thought, ‘Does this woman not understand the importance of her choice of words?’

"Bang!" Suddenly, a sound came from the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" Both Ethan and Emily exclaimed simultaneously.

However, there was no answer.

Emily gestured to Ethan with her eyes, then tiptoed towards the door, pressing her ear against it. She felt that she had caught the secretive movements of Aldrich.

Hastily retreating, Emily stood in front of Ethan and whispered, "Mr. Thomas, it seems your father is eavesdropping outside."

Ethan squinted slightly and took out his phone to access the hallway surveillance.

Emily peeked beside him and, as expected, saw Aldrich, Jason, and Rosalind standing outside.

Aldrich was crouching, his ear pressed against the wall, clearly eavesdropping.

Emily was speechless.

She thought, ‘How can the dignified and seasoned businessman Aldrich be an eavesdropper who spies on his son's private affairs?’

"Mr. Thomas, what should we do now? The room's soundproofing is good. When your father asks, we can just say that it’s reasonable that he can’t hear anything." Emily whispered her suggestion.

However, the next moment, a strong grip seized her slender waist, and with a forceful pull, Emily suddenly fell forward.

She cried out in shock, landing heavily on Ethan's chest.

Due to the inertia, even the wheelchair rolled backwards until it hit the wall behind, coming to a stop.

As Emily regained her senses, she found herself lying on Ethan's chest, while he remained seated in his wheelchair, his expression indifferent as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Thomas, you..." At that moment, Ethan raised his other hand, revealing his phone screen where Aldrich could be seen excitedly clapping, seemingly having heard her earlier cry.

Emily understood Ethan's intent and immediately blushed.

However, she didn't want this.

She tried to push his shoulder to stand up, but his large palm tightly gripped her waist. Emily gritted her teeth and scolded, "Mr. Thomas, let go!"

"Can you shout?" Ethan's deep ink eyes stared straight into hers.

Emily met his intense gaze and instantly froze.

She thought, ‘Sure enough, I knew what he was thinking!’

"No, I can't!" She denied it through clenched teeth.

The next moment, her waist was firmly pinched, and the pain made her cry out.

"Keep shouting like that. If you can't, I'll continue pinching you." His voice carried a dangerous undertone.

Emily was at her wits' end after realizing that there was no way out of this situation for her.

She didn't want to wake up tomorrow covered in bruises.

"I'll shout, I'll shout!" She quickly compromised.

Though deeply embarrassed, Emily summoned her courage and yelled out loud, "Mr. Thomas, please go easy..."

Ethan stiffened all over, his face darkening slightly.

Seeing him frown, Emily suddenly felt mischievous.

She thought, ‘This is the payback for your pinching my waist. It still hurts now! Damn Ethan, I need to make you face reality. If you can’t do it, you should not pretend that you can!’

Emily chuckled softly, then raised her head and wrapped her arms around Ethan's neck.

Her eyes gleamed, and with a coy smile and a tender voice, she slowly said, "Mr. Thomas, you're really amazing…"