Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

Seeing that Emma didn't respond, Mr. Carter Sr. thought she was aggrieved, and quickly looked her up and down, "Just tell me what's wrong, and Grandpa will take it out for you!" Emma cried and laughed, and was touched inwardly: "Grandpa, I'm really fine."Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

After the matter was settled, the maid came in soon and cleaned up the room. Before leaving. Mr. Carter Sr. asked Ethan to stay.

"It's such a big deal, and it's given Emma a fright, so you'll have to take good care of her! If I know you hmm, wait and see!"

"Hey, Grandpa......"

Now it was Emma's turn to feel a big head. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Mr. Carter Sr. slipped away faster than anyone else, and quietly closed the door to his room.

Inside the room, the two looked at each other, the atmosphere became awkward and subtle, Emma went to sit down, trying to keep her distance from him, "I can take care of myself, don't bother Mr. Carter."

The next moment, Ethan suddenly sat down next to her, and the familiar scent surrounded her, causing her body to tense up in shock, pushing her chair back.

Ethan tugged at her, his tone a little displeased, "Do you still want your legs?"

Emma froze for a moment as her skin touched, the heat and the echo of each other's heartbeats, but the resistance in her body was palpable. She exhaled slowly and said with a fake smile, "Just stay away from me." Ethan grunted and stopped talking, his eyes falling back to her ankle. The redness and swelling there reflected on her pale skin, which was heartbreaking. Then, he took out an ointment from his pocket. Emma froze and asked, "When did you prepare this?"

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for the reason, she didn't want to look into it. As for the reason, she didn't want to go into it. Fortunately, Ethan didn't say much, and raised his eyebrows and ordered, "Lift your feet over here." Emma's mouth twitched, "Mr. Carter, I don't think I asked you to medicate me, did I?

"So you don't want to heal properly? Grandpa's worried about you, please don't take it personally." Ethan had a serious look on his face.

What kind of reasoning was that? Without him, she can't take care of herself anymore? Emma coldly said, "I have hands and feet, thanks to Mr. Carter's kindness.

However, before she finished her sentence, Ethan had already made a direct move and said expressionlessly, "Don't waste everyone's time."

Emma:

The gentle palm covered the ankle, stimulating Emma's body trembled, subconsciously wanted to break free, while Ethan seemed to have prepared for it, tightly gripped her foot, the polaroid looked as if it was somewhat justified. "Don't move! Be careful to hurt again, do you want grandpa to come back in?"

Again and again with grandpa to suppress her, Emma heart some dissatisfaction, but there is nothing to be done, just rub a medicine, quickly end the matter so that each of them is innocent: "Then you hurry up." Ethan nodded in response, a smirk seeming to flash at the corners of his mouth as he

looked down.

He squeezed the ointment into his palm and began to gently rub the medicine, his palm covering her white and delicate ankles, moving gently and rubbing them just right.

Emma involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, the pain was so intense that she almost wanted to run away, but her calf was pressed tightly, and Ethan had obviously anticipated her reaction. Ethan whispered, "Bear with me, it'll be quick."