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Terminal Diagnosis and My Last Stand for LoveChapter 2

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Ethan fell asleep.

I struggled to take off his coat, then stared blankly at his torso faintly visible through his white dress shirt.

I pursed my lips, feeling a bit panicked and my mouth going dry.

But I still didn't have the courage to completely undress him right then.

I rummaged through my closet and found a pile of ties I had wanted to give him over the years but never had the nerve to.

Today, they came in handy.

I used the ties to bind his hands and feet directly to the bed frame.

After laboriously finishing all that, I lost my strength and slumped onto the edge of the bed.

Looking up, I saw his handsome, peacefully sleeping face.

He was very calm right now.

But I could imagine what kind of fury would erupt when he woke up.

Just like the fury he showed that one time his mother suggested we should just get married.

I stared at his face, not even bearing to blink.

I kept thinking that in a few days, I would never be able to see him again, so I just wanted to look my fill all at once.

I had been a kind, selfless person for over twenty years. In the end, I insisted on being selfish just this once.

Even if he hated me, it didn't matter. That way, when I died, he wouldn't be sad at all.

His phone in his coat pocket kept ringing; it was his assistant, Liam.

Without much hesitation, and afraid of waking Ethan up, I answered it.

"Ethan was too tired; he fell asleep after eating."

Liam tactfully hung up the phone.

Gradually, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

I simply crawled into bed, hugged Ethan's waist tightly, and fell into a deep sleep.

I was woken up in the middle of the night by Ethan's roar.

"Harper!"

I shot up into a sitting position.

The sudden movement made me dizzy; my vision went black, and I fell heavily back into Ethan's chest.

"Harper! What the hell are you doing?"

What was I doing?

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him in confusion.

"Guess."

Ethan's face grew even darker.

I kneeled on the bed, looking down at him: "Since you're awake, let's get down to business."

Ethan frowned deeply, both arms trying to break free from their restraints.

I panicked a little, terrified that if he actually escaped, all my efforts would be in vain.

I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my whole body onto him.

"Don't move! Listen to me!"

Ethan ground his teeth in hatred.

"Are you crazy?"

I lifted my head slightly; my face was no more than four inches from his.

"I'm not crazy."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I've got you in bed. What do you think I want to do?"

Ethan's pupils contracted sharply, the disgust on his face impossible to hide.

"Harper! I am Ethan!"

"Do you have any decency left as a woman?!"

I didn't want to hear his accusations, so I grabbed something soft from the nightstand and shoved it into his mouth.

Ignoring his eyes that looked ready to spit fire, I glared at him fiercely.

"Shut up!"

Ethan tried to break free, but found it useless.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

"I'm going to kiss you. Don't interrupt me."

With that, I yanked the gag out of his mouth. Before he could speak, I closed my eyes and kissed him viciously.

I clumsily pulled at his dress shirt; the buttons were ripped off one by one and scattered onto the floor.

Like someone fleeing an apocalypse, I refused to stop, desperate to find an exit.

I had a chest full of pent-up emotions, which I released bite by bite all over Ethan's body, accompanied by his low grunts.

I remembered something my friend Chloe once said: When a man is in bed, he only thinks with his lower half.

Sure enough, amidst my somewhat aggressive actions, Ethan actually didn't open his mouth to curse me.

Just a continuous stream of grunts.

Afterward, Ethan's face was flushed, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

I couldn't bear to look and put on my clothes, wanting to go to the bathroom to shower.

Seeing me leaving, Ethan called out to me.

"Harper!"

I turned to look at him: "What?"

His eyes were red with anger.

"Let me go if you dare."

I was stunned for a second, then gave a nonchalant smile.

"I'll let you go, but not right now."

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