Chapter 63: Chapter 63: The best man for her under

“Ah?” Sofia had been equally restless these days, her mind constantly filled with images of Ethan’s naked body. It wasn’t because she had been a widow for too long, or out of loneliness—it was purely instinctual.

After Ethan’s analysis, she had to admit that this young man ticked all the boxes for a perfect boyfriend.

A thirty-something young widow, fantasizing about an attractive eighteen-year-old boy. Just the thought was thrilling.

But rejecting him required a lot of courage.

Sofia hadn’t responded yet, mainly because Ethan was paralyzed. No matter how adventurous she felt, the idea of being intimate with a paralyzed boy was a hurdle she couldn’t quite get over.

“Mom, you really don’t have to worry about me,” Ryan said, gathering his courage to express the thoughts he’d been holding back. “I’m fine just reading in bed. You should do what you want to do. That would make me feel better.”

He actually wanted to say that doing so would let him leave this world in peace.

But he didn’t say it out loud.

Yet a mother knows.

Even without him saying it, Sofia saw it all in his eyes. Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she fought them back as she hugged Ryan.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m already happy enough as it is.”

Sofia was unfortunate—her husband had passed away, and her son was terminally ill.

But she also felt blessed,her husband had loved her, and so did her son.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Mom,” Ryan said softly, his head cradled by his mother, “just be careful not to get fooled by the wrong guy.”

“Alright,” Sofia replied, her face a mix of embarrassment and emotion. But when her son mentioned being deceived by bad men, Ethan’s words from the other day flashed through her mind.

With my current situation, Aunt Sofia, you don’t have to worry about being deceived.

“No way,” Sofia shook her head. “He’s still a kid, and he’s paralyzed. Even if I were desperate, I couldn’t go there.”

Time passed quickly.

Ethan lay in his hospital bed and saw Aunt Sofia walk into the room. Her makeup was different today, somehow more striking.

Her perfectly chosen silk dress accentuated her voluptuous figure, and her stiletto heels added a distinct sexiness to her mature demeanor.

“Aunt Sofia, you look beautiful today. Are you going on a date?” Ethan’s heart sank. Had all his careful planning been for someone else?

He had done his homework on Sofia,given her situation, it shouldn’t have been easy for her to find a trustworthy man.

“Sorry, I just wanted to sit here for a while. Ryan thought I was going on a date,” Sofia said, avoiding Ethan’s gaze.

“Oh, no problem, please have a seat, Aunt Sofia,” Ethan replied, relieved, a smile creeping onto his face. He wasn’t a fool.

Hiding out here was a pretty far-fetched excuse. If Sofia really wanted to hide, she could have stayed anywhere outside. Coming here was a choice in itself, just a shy one.

Sofia sat down beside the bed, her legs together, hands on her thighs—a picture of ladylike grace.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Sofia felt helpless. She didn’t want to seek out Ethan, but finding a trustworthy man on short notice wasn’t easy.

When she truly considered finding a man.

Ethan’s words from before had planted a seed in her heart, which had taken root and was now sprouting.

As Sofia tossed and turned at midnight, Ethan’s analysis kept coming back to her, and whenever she compared other men to Ethan.

She reached the same conclusion.

Ethan really was the best man for her under the current circumstances.

Of course, this suitability was purely in terms of being lovers.

“Aunt Sofia,” Ethan said with a smile, “since you’re already here, why not give it a try?”

Sofia’s body trembled slightly as she looked at his sincere smile. She silently stood up, set her handbag aside, and first gathered her long hair at the back of her head, casually tying it into a ponytail.

Then she began to undo her silk dress.

Ethan watched intently as Sofia undressed. Her movements were neither hesitant nor overly shy.

After all, she was a mature woman in her thirties,it would have been odd if she had appeared inexperienced.

As she slipped off her long dress, her graceful figure was fully revealed.

She still stood on the floor, heels on, adding a special allure that continuously struck Ethan’s heart.

In just a moment, he felt an overwhelming attraction.

“Aunt Sofia, you’re truly sexy,” Ethan sincerely admired. The widow’s unique allure peaked the moment the dress fell away, her whole being seemed to radiate a deadly seduction.

“Don’t talk,” Sofia said, a blush on her cheeks as she moved to sit by the side of the bed, her feet slipping out of her high heels.

“You didn’t really need to take off the heels,” Ethan couldn’t help but comment. A mature woman barefoot in stiletto heels was incredibly sexy.

“No way.” Sofia shot him a glance and flatly refused. After taking off her high heels, she climbed into bed, her cheeks flushed, clearly trying to hold on.

Regardless, as an elder, it would be embarrassing to appear inexperienced in front of a young man.

Ethan remained still, continuing to pretend to be paralyzed. He was getting a taste of the ‘perks’ of being a paralyzed patient, lying on the bed without needing to move.

The advantage of being with an experienced woman was that he didn’t need to worry about her.

They even started to chat casually.

Mrs. Miller must have been lonely for too long and seemed eager to share her thoughts.

“Ryan was really adorable as a child,” Mrs. Miller said, her legs long and sexy. “When he was born and I held him in my arms, I felt like the whole world had changed. That’s just a mother’s instinct.”

Mrs. Miller grasped Ethan’s hand. “And the first time I breastfed, I was so nervous. It was a defining moment as a mother, and I just wanted to give him everything.”

“I watched him grow up, his first words, his first day at school, his first good grades, and how he craved my praise.”

“But fate is so cruel. It took my husband from me, and now it’s taking my child.”

As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks, falling onto Ethan’s abdomen.

“All these hardships are temporary,” Ethan felt he wasn’t a very good listener. Even as he listened to Sofia’s tales of hardship, he couldn’t help but admire her well-maintained figure.

Her skin was tender and smooth, free of any excess.

“You’re so young, Mrs. Miller. You could definitely raise another child,” Ethan sincerely suggested.

“No,” Mrs. Miller shook her head, not bothering to wipe her tears. “A child is irreplaceable.”

“I’m sorry,” Ethan felt a pang of guilt.