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Chapter 105: Shower together

Chapter 105: Shower together

Chapter 105: Shower together

Ethan could never quite pin down his relationship with Blair—it was just too complicated. She was like a sister, an aunt, a friend, a brother, and a childhood sweetheart all rolled into one.

It’s hard to imagine all those labels applying to just one person.

He felt a special kind of gratitude towards Blair, especially when he was bedridden and she tirelessly took care of him.

But her androgynous, cool looks often made Ethan subconsciously forget that she was a woman.

“Blair, wake up, go take a shower,” Ethan tried to rouse her, knowing all too well how it usually went with drinking.

She was fine before, but once she hit the bed, the fatigue kicked in and all she wanted was to sleep.

And that’s exactly what Blair was doing now.

Her eyes half-closed, she swatted Ethan’s hand away, “It’s fine, I’ll sleep a bit and then shower later.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Ethan muttered, knowing full well that a drunk person wouldn’t just get up and shower after falling asleep.

He patted Blair’s cheek, “I’ll go run you a hot bath. Just rinse off at least. You reek of booze, and it’ll be a mess if the nurse or your aunt sees you like this tomorrow.”

Right now, Ethan felt like banging his head against the bed.

At the club earlier, Blair had seemed completely in control, but now she was a drunken mess.

Blair was tall and looked like a mature, reliable older sister type, but she was actually underage.

Just the thought of her aunt catching a whiff of alcohol in the room…

He didn’t even want to think about the consequences.

Finally, under his shaking, Blair opened her eyes and seeing him by her side, she visibly relaxed.

“Don’t sleep, just go shower. I’ll wash your clothes,” Ethan urged as she finally woke up.

“Okay,” Blair rubbed her eyes, clearly annoyed, and sat up. She threw her jacket on the bed and started stripping off her clothes.

She continued undressing as she walked to the bathroom.

Ethan had seen her long legs and her in just her underwear before, but as she entered the bathroom, she also took off her underwear and threw it on the floor.

“This girl,” Ethan shook his head, having only caught a quick glimpse, “Is it natural, or did she shave?”

He picked up Blair’s clothes from the floor, planning to wash them with his own to get rid of the booze smell.

“Why are there two shower heads?” Blair’s voice came from the bathroom.

“Great,” Ethan covered his face, opened the bathroom door, really worried Blair might hurt herself.

As soon as he opened the door—

“Splash!” He got sprayed in the face, hot water running down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

Blair stood there, one hand holding the showerhead, the other on her hip, straight as an arrow, a mischievous smile in her eyes, “Gotcha.”

Ethan’s mouth twitched as he wiped the water off his face, “Do you find this funny?”

Blair chuckled, “Yeah, it’s fun.”

“You,” Ethan reached out, meeting her playful gaze, momentarily lost for words.

His eyes landed on her chest, which hadn’t changed much over the years, still not quite a B cup.

But her body was beautifully curved, especially with her nearly six-foot height and long, straight legs.

“I’m a bit unsteady, help me wash,” Blair said with a laugh.

“Alright,” Ethan shook his head, looking down at his soaked clothes. Since they needed washing anyway, he started to strip.

“We haven’t showered together in a long time, huh?” Blair said as she sprayed his head and started applying shampoo.

“Since you and your aunt moved to Capitol City, we haven’t,” Ethan replied, his hands lathering body wash on her waist:

“And now that you’re all grown up, we obviously can’t shower together.”

“I kind of miss those times,” Blair said as she applied body wash on him, “When mom and you were both here, and we were always together.”

“We’ll be together in the future too,” Ethan’s hand moved to her chest, surprised at the pleasant feel.

Blair chuckled, rinsing off the body wash from his body with the showerhead, “If you and mom got married, would I become the third wheel?”

“Never,” Ethan shook his head, his hand gliding smoothly, confirming it was natural.

He wondered briefly if her aunt was also hairless down there, the thought was somewhat thrilling.

“As my wife’s sister, wouldn’t it be great, or just like you call your aunt ‘mom,’ you could call me ‘dad.’ I wouldn’t mind.” Ethan joked.

Blair just smiled, not bothering to tease him back.

After the hot shower, Blair was noticeably more sober from the alcohol.

They chatted about this and that.

Then they helped each other dry off with towels.

Ethan also gave their clothes a quick wash.

“Goodnight,” Blair said, lying in bed, her eyes bright.

“Yeah, goodnight,” Ethan replied, suddenly flooded with memories of their childhood when they shared a room and said goodnight to each other before sleeping.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but that night, he slept deeply.

The next day was business as usual.

Blair went off to school.

Ethan visited Michael in the hospital, informing him that he had found out she often went to a gentlemen’s club and was intimately involved with a male escort.

Ethan shared this information hoping to gain Michael’s trust and get more information from him.

But Michael’s reaction was completely unexpected.

“She often goes to a gentlemen’s club? And she’s closely involved with a male escort?” Michael’s eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Ethan was puzzled.

You say Victoria is cheating, and now you know she’s going to gentlemen’s clubs to find male escorts, why that expression?

“Cough, cough,” Michael realized his own lapse and coughed twice to cover his embarrassment, staring at Ethan with urgency in his eyes, “Can you confirm if she has gone further with the male escort?”

“We’ll need more time to be sure,” Ethan said, pulling out his phone to show some photos he had secretly taken the previous night.

The photos showed Victoria Martin and the male escort arm in arm, looking very close.

Michael stared, his eyes widening.

Ethan watched his expression closely and saw not anger, but something like… relief.

“Mr. Morgan, we’ve also discovered something else,” Ethan suddenly said. “Miss Victoria, besides being in contact with the male escort in the photos, seems to have been involved with another man. It looks like she’s not just seeing one guy.”

A flicker of something passed through Michael’s eyes, his muscles tensed, but he feigned nonchalance, “Oh, can you find out the identity of this other man?”

“We’ll need a little time,” Ethan squinted, his simple probe confirming his suspicions.

Michael knew about Victoria’s affair, but he didn’t know about her visits to the gentlemen’s club.

That was strange.

If he knew about her affair, why not just divorce her? There must be more to the story.

Just then, the hospital room door opened, and Ethan’s brother Joseph came in carrying a lunch box.