Chapter 8 She Touched Him
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Ethan's lips curved into a smile, but he feigned concern. "Daisy, what happened? Did you see a bug?"
"You are the bug of my life!" Daisy, fuming, pulled out her now pink-dyed white shirts and threw them at him. "How stupid are you? Washing my shirts with your red underwear!"
"I hadn't worn them yet, so what's the problem? Wait... Why are they pink? I remember them being white," Ethan said, genuinely looking puzzled.
"How dare you?! Red can't be washed with white! Do you know how expensive my shirts are? You have to pay for these!"
Ethan put on an apologetic face. "You never told me, and I have amnesia. But are these underwear that cheaply made? Or is color fading something else I've forgotten?"
"Get! Out!" Daisy screamed at the top of her lungs.
She had had enough.
"Give me my driver's license!" she demanded, hoping to get her documents back and kick him out.
Ethan didn't refuse. "Look for it yourself. I've had a head injury, and I forgot where I hid it in the house."
Daisy scanned him from head to toe, suspecting the license was on him!
Right then, Max's call came in, right on schedule.
Daisy had to go to work, but not before glaring daggers at Ethan.
Ethan, with a smile like a newlywed husband, called out sweetly, "Stay safe and come back soon."
At work, Max climbed into Daisy's car, slumped into the back seat, and muttered, "Let me know if anything happens." He then fell asleep.
Daisy wished she could throw him out but had to bite her tongue.
From the set to the restaurant and finally the hotel, Zara didn't interact with anyone. After even her manager left the hotel, they waited another two hours, confirming the tip was wrong, and then left.
By the time Daisy got home, she was exhausted.
The dim light of the living room lamp was on, and she collapsed on the sofa, glancing over at Ethan on the bed.
She suddenly realized this was the perfect time to search him and find her driver's license!
Her fatigue vanished, and she tiptoed over to his bed, standing there for a moment before softly calling, "Are you awake?"
His breathing was even, with no response.
She waved her hand in front of his face.
Still nothing.
Daisy grinned, thinking she could finally retrieve her license, and carefully lifted the blanket off Ethan.
There was a pocket on his pajama top.
She swallowed hard, reaching out to gently touch his chest, even though her actions seemed a bit odd on a dark night.
But!!
She swore to the heavens, her thoughts were pure! She had no ill intentions towards him!
Under her fingertips, she felt his steady heartbeat and the firm muscles of his chest.
Daisy blushed, realizing the license wasn't in that pocket.
Her gaze moved lower to his waist.
She remembered the first day he wore her bathrobe, his physique... better than a supermodel's.
V-lines, he even had V-lines!
Summoning her courage, she reached for his leg... the side pocket.
Just then, Ethan turned over, pinning her hand beneath him.
Daisy froze, not daring to move, her body bent awkwardly over him like a bridge.
If he woke up now, she would jump out the window. She couldn't bear the humiliation.
And... they were on the second floor, anyway.
Fortunately, Ethan didn't wake up.
Moreover, her fingertips had touched something hard on the side of his leg. It had to be her driver's license!
This jerk was keeping it so close.
She carefully maneuvered, trying not to move her trapped hand, flipping herself onto his side, and lying down beside him. Even this simple action made her break out in a sweat.
She had just rested for a couple of seconds when Ethan turned again.
Daisy was thrilled, freeing her hand from under him and easily reaching for the license.
She slid two fingers into his pocket, but Ethan turned again, this time pinning her beneath him.
Daisy cursed under her breath. This bastard was a restless sleeper!
Now, both her hand and body were trapped. She didn't dare move. If Ethan woke up now, she would die of embarrassment.
Ethan's restlessness continued as he stretched out a leg, draping it over her, and nestled his head against her neck.
It was the first time Daisy had a man in her arms, and her whole body trembled.
Daisy kept telling herself that he was a restless sleeper and would roll away soon. She just needed to hold on a bit longer... After countless "bits longer", Daisy found herself staring at his handsome face, his chest muscles so close to her face. Unable to resist, she tremblingly extended her hand.
She placed her hand on his chest, slowly moving it down, feeling his rapid breathing.
Daisy felt a mischievous thrill. Ethan, who had irritated her so much, had to pay the price.
Her hand moved to his waist, hesitating. Ethan, unaware of her internal struggle, was dealing with his own turmoil. He had been pretending to sleep, sensing her sweet scent as she approached. He wanted to move but didn't want to.
Now, he regretted pretending to sleep to tease her.
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