Emily squatted on the ground, playing with the clothes in her hands, and looked up sharply at the sound. "Uh?"
"Cant dress yourself?" Ethan asked with difficulty.
Emily nodded honestly.
Ethan felt a lump of air in his chest; was he going to have to take care of a toddler from now on? He took a deep breath, walked up, and reached out to pull Emily up.
Emily hated being touched by others, but smelling the faint fragrance of the man, she had to keep reminding herself that she was no longer a princess.
She reached out and took Ethans hand, and he pulled her up forcefully. But she got up too quickly and bumped into Ethans face. When their lips met, both of them froze.
Emilys heart pounded fiercely, feeling the others breath and blinking her eyes. Her expression was a bit dazed, and her eyes were clear.
Ethan let go and pushed her away a bit. Emily shook her head to recover her normal state, intending to bend down to pick up her clothes, but she felt dizzy and fell straight to the ground.
Fortunately, Ethan was quick-eyed and grabbed her back, holding her waist and standing her up. "Cant dress yourself?"
Emily nodded, "Brother Xuan, help me dress."
If any other woman had said this, Ethan would have suspected it was a deliberate temptation. But it was Emily, who had no memory, and things had to be considered differently.
This child had been living by his side for eight years, usually spoiled by him to be domineering, and had no feminine charm at all. However, when she was a child, he had helped her bathe and change clothes, and now in this situation...
After saying that, Emily immediately regretted it. Men and women should not touch each other; he was not her maid, nor was he a eunuch, so how could he help her dress?
"Lets talk about it when we get home."
Ethan directly picked her up in his arms. Emily naturally put her arms around his neck, sniffed close, and liked his scent very much, as if her brother was still by her side.
As soon as they left the hospital, a group of reporters surrounded them.
Emily thought she had encountered an assassin, and her tense face turned pale. She tightly held Ethans neck and didnt let go. Ethan felt her fear and whispered in her ear, "Dont be afraid."
"What do you think of Miss Owens situation this time, Mr. Mitchell?"
"Miss Owens, its said that your relationship with Mr. Mitchell is not good. Is that true?"
"What is your impression of Mr. Mitchell, Miss Owens?"
...
One question after another came, and Emily felt her eyes were about to be blinded. She could only nestle in Ethans arms. She didnt understand the questions these people were asking, and the only one she could rely on was Ethan.
"I have a good relationship with Brother Xuan, and I hope you dont try to drive a wedge between us. Im very tired now and want to go home. Brother Xuan, lets go home." Emily suddenly blurted out a few sentences, which even surprised Ethan.
"Everyone, Yanyans body is not fully recovered, and I wont answer any questions. Please make way."
Ethan gave a wink to the driver, who quickly drove away the reporters surrounding them, making a path for the boss to leave.
Ethan carried Emily into the car, and Emily finally breathed a sigh of relief, sitting in this big iron box, looking back to see those people seemed to be catching up.
"Brother Xuan, theyre catching up. Wheres your servant?"
"Miss Owens, Im here. Lets go now." The driver, Xiaosi, who was in front, scratched his head. From the rearview mirror, he saw Miss Owens cute and quiet appearance, which he found strange.
Emily leaned back in her seat, looking around. This was much more comfortable than a carriage. But when the car started, it startled her, and she directly dove into Ethans arms.
Ethan naturally held her waist, and Emily clutched his collar tightly, looking like she was frightened.
"It moved."
"Fool." A fleeting smile appeared on Ethans lips as he rubbed the top of her head. "This is a car, something we can ride in."
"Car." Emily silently repeated it, realizing it was a means of transportation like a carriage. She let out a long breath, crawled out of Ethans arms, sat properly, and looked out the window. There were tall buildings on the road and many cars, and those scenes flashed past her eyes.
Ethan looked at her quiet appearance now and fell into deep thought. If her parents knew, they could rest in peace.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of a villa. Xiaosi got out of the car and opened the door for the boss. Ethan came out and reached out to Emily.
"Yanyan, get out of the car."
Emily was stunned for a few seconds before she was ready to get out. The moment she stood on the ground, she had more questions in her heart. This place was really too strange.
Ethan knew she hadnt fully recovered, so he patiently carried her and walked inside. Emily obediently stayed in his arms, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings.
When they reached the door, the butler, Uncle Tom, came out to greet them.
"Young master, Miss Owens, youre back."
Ethan nodded slightly, "Is Susan here?"
"The eldest miss is waiting for you inside. How is Miss Owens feeling now?"
"Are you talking to me?"
Uncle Tom was taken aback by the question and didnt react for a while. Miss Owens didnt seem to be in the right state. Ethan stepped in and explained, "Yanyan has lost her memory and doesnt remember the past."
"This..." Uncle Tom didnt know what to do, "As long as Miss Owens is healthy and well."
"Brother Xuan, youre back."
As soon as they entered the door, a woman with long hair ran out.
The moment Emily saw her, her eyes widened, and her hands clenched into fists involuntarily.
It was her, it was her.