His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 47: I Never Consider

Kiana Sutton quietly brought the concealer, powder, and other items to the bedside.

Ethan Sinclair was in a deep sleep. With her heart pounding, Kiana gently shook him and, seeing that he still hadn’t woken up, secretly let out a breath and opened the concealer.

Kiana had actually picked up her makeup skills from short videos.

She hadn’t reached expert level, not enough to transform a face, but for basic concealing, she was good enough.

Kiana herself didn’t have any blemishes on her face; the reason she bought concealer was to cover the marks Ethan Sinclair left on her neck and the back of her neck—hickeys and bite marks.

Practice makes perfect; now her concealing skills had become truly expert.

Kiana only dared to look at Ethan so brazenly when he was asleep.

Ethan Sinclair was someone who never bothered with skincare, yet his skin was great. When she touched him, it was the opposite of his cold, hard temperament—soft and smooth.

Obviously, now wasn’t the time to admire him. Kiana bent over and worked on Ethan’s face for quite a while before standing up to look when her waist finally couldn’t take it anymore.

The bruises had vanished completely; that patch of skin was exactly the same as Ethan’s original skin tone.

Suddenly, Ethan moved. Kiana was so startled she immediately crouched down on the floor.

She waited for a while. Seeing Ethan hadn’t woken up, she nervously got up again, put away her "crime tools," and quietly climbed into bed.

She waited in nervous anticipation for Ethan to wake up, heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Ten minutes later, Ethan woke up.

Hearing movement beside her, Kiana pretended to just wake up, rubbing her eyes in a daze.

The next second, seeing Ethan’s face, her eyes lit up immediately. She grabbed the mirror she’d already placed on the nightstand, flipped it over, and showed it to Ethan.

Ethan glanced at his reflection, his deep, cold eyes shifting over to Kiana.

Kiana’s scalp tingled under his stare, and she guiltily put down the mirror, gesturing, "The bruises on your face are gone now. You said you’d keep your word, so you can’t trouble my brother anymore."

Ethan snorted lightly, didn’t respond, didn’t explain why he’d come to Kiana’s room last night—he just got out of bed and went straight out of the room.

Kiana hurried off the bed and followed. When she saw Ethan close the door after returning to his room, she guessed he was probably going to shower.

Thankfully, both the concealer and the powder were waterproof. Without makeup remover, normal water couldn’t wash them off.

At breakfast, Kiana absent-mindedly ate while staring at Ethan’s handsome face, secretly marveling that this brand’s concealer and powder were really good; she’d have to buy them again.

"Is there something on my face?"

Ethan’s cool voice suddenly rang out, startling Kiana into shaking her head, not daring to look at Ethan again.

Ethan’s gaze flashed, and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold, mocking smile.

No big skills, but quite a few little tricks.

Kiana thought Ethan hadn’t noticed at all, so her anxious heart finally settled down.

Since getting out of the hospital, she’d already taken four days off. She wanted to go back to work, but Ethan wouldn’t allow it.

"Evercrest Group won’t collapse without you. Stay home and recover or my grandma will think I’m mistreating you."

Kiana was worried about her salary—every day off was a day less paid.

As if seeing through Kiana’s concern, Ethan said coldly, "Sick leave won’t dock your pay. However much you make a month, you’ll still get it."

With that, Kiana was completely at ease.

Since she couldn’t go to work, she thought she might as well catch up on sleep in her room.

After staying tense all last night and not sleeping at all, as soon as her nerves relaxed, drowsiness hit her.

Upstairs on the second floor, Kiana didn’t go straight to bed—she walked to the window to watch Ethan.

Ethan had just left the house, that tall, handsome back enough to make anyone’s heart race.

Suddenly, Kiana seemed to spot something, her expression changed dramatically, and she opened the door, gritting through her sore waist, and ran downstairs.

Why is Hannah Lowell here?

She was actually blocking Ethan’s way!

These days, Hannah had been visiting Kiana at the hospital every day, supposedly to look after her—but in reality, she was waiting for the Sinclairs.

As long as any Sinclair came to see Kiana, she could take the chance to mooch some money. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But aside from Quinn Sinclair, she hadn’t seen a single Sinclair.

Today she’d heard Kiana was taken home by Ethan, and angry that Kiana hadn’t told her, she’d come straight here.

And just happened to bump into Ethan heading to work.

"Ethan..."

Hannah called enthusiastically, then ran over to Ethan’s side. "I heard Kiana’s out of the hospital. Is she okay?"

The moment Ethan saw Hannah, his previously good mood instantly soured, rage surging up in his chest.

"You really dare come here?"

Being stared down by Ethan’s cold, menacing eyes, Hannah’s bravado faltered a little.

But thinking she was, after all, Ethan’s mother-in-law and that Ethan wouldn’t dare do anything to her, she puffed herself up and said, "Ethan, your grandma probably doesn’t know about Kiana’s injury yet, right? Of course, I’m not one to gossip, but I’m a little short of cash lately, so as a son-in-law, shouldn’t you..."

Hannah made a money-counting gesture, grinning sycophantically.

Ethan stared coldly at her, smoke in his eyes barely concealed.

"You schemed against me back then, and I still haven’t settled the score with you. Now you even try to use grandma to threaten me!"

If it hadn’t been for Hannah, how would he have ended up marrying Kiana? How could he have betrayed Kate?

Just thinking about these stifling, miserable three years made him all the more hate the culprit before him.

"That’s not fair. For three years, Kiana’s been with you, three years as your wife—maybe she didn’t do anything great, but she’s certainly endured a lot, you..."

Hannah didn’t finish; Ethan cut her off with a cold voice, "Wife? I’ve never considered her my wife. If you hadn’t used such disgusting tricks, I never would’ve married her."

"You..."

Hannah was angry, and also very surprised.

Kiana had always been popular since childhood—everyone who met her would praise how pretty and well-behaved she was.

She’d thought that after three years with Ethan, even if there was no love, sharing a bed would spark some feelings eventually.

Who knew Kiana would be so useless.

Seeing Hannah’s shifting expression, Ethan’s gaze grew darker and more terrifying. "You think your daughter married into our family for a good life? She’s here to atone for her deadbeat father. Her existence is a constant reminder that Kate was made a vegetable by your family, and how you all schemed against me."

He spoke as he advanced on Hannah. Terrified by Ethan’s intimidating presence, Hannah stumbled backwards and tripped over herself, falling to the ground.

Ethan looked down at her from above. "If you know what’s good for you, don’t let me see you again. Otherwise, I won’t mind sending you inside to reunite with your husband."