Chapter 115: You can only touch one


    Scarlett was dressed in business attire, her figure entuated by the outfit, making her look both professional and undeniably attractive. Her skirt hugged her curves, and beneath it, her legs were long and straight.


    “Ethan!” she eximed, surprised and pleased, as she noticed his gaze linger on her ck-stockinged legs before he finally looked up to meet her eyes and tossed his phone aside.


    Ever since she had agreed to date him, she had been consciously avoiding him. Ethan understood that she hadn’t fully epted their rtionship yet. After all, transitioning from nephew to boyfriend wasn’t something one could easily wrap their head around.


    “I just finished my Teacher Certification exam and thought I’de to see you,” Scarlett said, noticing where his eyes had initially rested.


    “Ah, this kid,” she muttered to herself with a sigh, sitting down beside his hospital bed and naturally starting to tidy his nket.


    “Good luck on bing a full-fledged teacher!” Ethan suddenly remembered that today was her exam day. Lately, his mind had been preupied with the troubles of the Morgan family, and he had almost forgotten about her important day.


    He quickly pulled out a bank card and handed it to her. “Auntie, here’s $60,000. Abigaile and I earned it together. You can use it.”


    “Why so much?” Scarlett was taken aback. It had only been half a month, and they had made another $60,000. Including the previous amount, they had given her a total of $100,000.


    This money could genuinely ease the financial strain on their family. And he had managed this while being bedridden,if he were healthy, who knows how much more he could earn.


    “It’s actually thanks to Abigaile,” Ethan said with a smile. “You know her, the actress who visited mest time. I’ve been coborating with her and made some money. Your nephew here is now a big-time streamer with two million followers. These celebrities are loaded.”


    He was using Abigaile as a shield, in a way. The money was borrowed from her on his own merit, so it might as well be considered earned.


    “Really?” Scarlett was skeptical. She looked into Ethan’s sincere eyes,he didn’t seem to be lying. Besides, bedridden as he was, he wasn’t in a position to do anything illegal.


    She had heard about making money online, and it indeed seemed lucrative.


    Scarlett exhaled deeply, stroking Ethan’s head. “Ethan, no matter what happens, your health is what’s most important, okay?”


    “Yeah, I know, Auntie,” Ethan replied, leaning in closer.


    Scarlett paused, suddenly aware that besides being rtives, they were also a couple. She felt awkward and tried to pull away.


    But Ethan had already wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the tightness of her uniform and the softness beneath. “Auntie.”


    He didn’t say anything else, but his eyes conveyed all his longing.


    Scarlett felt her heartbeat quicken under his intense gaze. She had to admit, when Ethan offered the money, he shifted from being a child who needed care to a man who could support a family. This maturity and growth were exhrating.


    Especially for Scarlett, it brought a kind of maternal pride, like seeing her own child seed.


    “It’s daytime,” Scarlett said, feeling more awkward than shy under his burning gaze.


    In her heart, Ethan was sometimes the reliable man she could lean on, but deep down, she still saw him as her nephew. This wasn’t something that could change quickly.


    So when he suggested a more intimate interaction, typical of couples, Scarlett felt very ufortable.


    “Then I’ll just stick to foot y,” Ethan said, knowing it would take a long time for her to fully ept him. What he needed to do was increase their intimacy, helping her gradually see him more as a boyfriend than a nephew.


    After making his request, he fixed his gaze directly on Scarlett.


    Scarlett’s mouth twitched, wondering how Ethan could talk about foot y with such conviction.


    Feeling his intense gaze and after a moment of internal struggle, she bent down to remove her high heels. “You can only touch one,” she conceded.


    Sitting on the hospital bed, she could easily lift one foot towards him. Ethan, seeing her hesitant movement, reached out first, grasping her ankle and then holding her foot in his palm.


    Her foot was small, fitting easily in his hand, wrapped in ayer of sheer ck stockings, smooth to the touch. Her toes were clearly visible beneath the nylon.


    Ethan held on tightly, caressing her foot in his palm and at various points, savoring the silky sensation of her elegant foot.


    Scarlett turned her head away, feigningposure while her cheeks flushed red. Her nephew’s fascination with her feet made the situation doubly awkward.


    After ying for a while, Ethan lifted the nket.


    Scarlett knew what was about to happen and instinctively wanted to speak up to stop him, but seeing Ethan’s enamored expression, she swallowed her words.


    Silently.


    Ethan’s hand moved gently, stroking the sole of her foot, sliding over the ck stockings, leaving faint traces in just a short time.


    But clearly, one foot wasn’t quite enough stimtion.


    Ethan wanted to continue his yful requests, suddenly feeling the foot he was toying with begin to move under the stockings. The toes, once passive, now skillfully pinched through the nylon, though clearly inexperienced.


    Ethan looked up, his expression a mix of amusement and surprise. Good grief, she had actually gone and researched foot y techniques for him.


    Scarlett avoided his gaze.


    In the room, only their breathing could be heard.


    Ethan felt a surge of excitement. “Auntie, I’m close,” he hurriedly said.


    “Oh, ah,” Scarlett, already flustered, became even more disoriented by his shout.


    “Don’t mess up the bed,” Ethan quickly added, a mischievous glint in his eye as he swiftly picked up her recently removed ck high heels.


    Then, with a shiver, he released a white fluid into the shoe.


    “Ah?” It was toote for Scarlett to stop him. She stared, dumbfounded, as her nephew held the high heel in his hand.


    After satisfying himself, Ethan picked up her foot again, cleaning it on the ck stockings with a sincere expression. “Thank you, Auntie.”


    “…” Scarlett was speechless. After a brief hesitation, she slipped her foot back into the high heel, noting it was the easiest time she’d ever had putting on a shoe.


    “Get some rest,” she said as she stood up and left the hospital room, her walk noticeably stiff.


    Ethan watched her leave, thinking it was a pity. Next time, he’d have to maintain this feeling and take his aunt out shopping.


    Lost in thought, he suddenly remembered he had asked Abigaile for a favor. He quickly checked his phone, which had several new messages.


    Ignoring the meaningless ones, he read about a TV show plot where a sister seduces her brother-inw to inherit a fortune by convincing him to divorce and marry her.


    Ethan grimaced. Typical ridiculous TV drama.


    He thought about getting Joseph to seduce Victoria, convincing her to divorce and leave everything behind, ensuring the inheritance wouldn’t go to Victoria.


    “Cut it out, that would never work in real life.”


    Yet, suddenly, a wildly humorous n popped into his head.