Chapter 67: Chapter 67: There are positions we haven't tried

Chapter 67: There are positions we haven’t tried

“Mom, did you hurt your foot?” Ryan asked, his expression complex as he noticed his mother’s slightly sweaty hair and her evasive gaze.

He remembered that when she had pushed Ethan away earlier, she was wearing stockings, but now she was barefoot in high heels.

A mature woman wearing high heels barefoot can be sexy, but it feels completely different when it’s your own mom.

And there was that distinct feminine scent about her, as if she had been thoroughly cherished.

Ryan was certain that after sending Ethan off, his mom had a fling, and by the looks of it, it was quite the passionate encounter.

“Oh, I just lost my balance going upstairs,” Sofia said, casually tying up her hair and instinctively covering her eyes. “I went for a walk downstairs and got a bit sweaty.”

She smiled at Ryan, then grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Ryan sat on the hospital bed, watching his mother’s graceful and voluptuous figure disappear, feeling incredibly conflicted.

Who goes for a walk in high heels? And her stockings were gone.

He knew better than anyone that his mother’s flimsy excuse was just because she subconsciously still saw him as a child.

“Ugh.”

Ryan clutched his chest, feeling worse than if he had been betrayed because he didn’t even have the right to feel betrayed.

And his mother looked so satisfied.

It was like his heart was being squeezed.

All he could think about was his beautiful mom, in the arms of another man.

“Phew.”

Ryan steadied his breathing, pulled out his phone, and after a moment of hesitation, he texted Ethan.

“Ethan, how long was my mom with you?”

Ethan, still savoring the memory, thought about how Sofia probably treated it like it was the last time, reluctantly putting on the sheer black stockings at his request.

The feeling was indescribable.

The only regret was that the durability of the stockings had its limits.

She had seemed so reserved at first, but gradually she let go, adopting positions even he found embarrassing, and Mrs. Miller showed no resistance.

As Ethan was reminiscing, especially about the times Mrs. Miller liked to talk about Ryan, he felt a deep, unspeakable guilt.

Then he received Ryan’s text.

He was asking how long his mom had stayed.

Ethan typed back truthfully, “About an hour and a half.”

Ryan frowned when he saw the message. His mom had been with Ethan for an hour and a half, and from the time she left to when she returned, it was about two hours.

Plus the time it took to push the wheelchair back and forth.

Ryan’s expression darkened.

So, the time his mom and that stranger were together was less than fifteen minutes, minus the time it took to undress, it was just a few minutes.

Yet his mom looked so content.

Ryan bit his nails, wondering if it was really just because she had been lonely for too long.

He didn’t suspect Ethan of lying about the time,his mom and he were too far apart in age for there to be any collusion.

So, his mom’s lover must be someone at the hospital.

Ryan quickly came to that conclusion.

It made sense, after all, his mom was almost always at the hospital with him, so it was likely someone from the hospital.

But the doctors he saw were mostly middle-aged and balding.

Ryan thought of his glamorous mother in the arms of a middle-aged, overweight man, and he felt even worse.

…

The next day arrived.

When Ethan saw Ryan again, he was taken aback. “Ryan, what’s wrong with you?”

“I…” Ryan stared with dark circles under his eyes. He initially wanted to say he was fine, but considering Ethan was his only friend and there was no need to pretend, he gave a wry smile and shook his head:

“I think I’ve messed up my mom’s life.”

“What?” Ethan was also distressed, staring at his system screen, unable to complete his task, and very anxious.

And worse was Ryan’s current state.

Already physically weak, coupled with insomnia, he looked like he was barely hanging on.

Ethan was genuinely worried he might just slip away.

“Ah,” Ryan sighed softly. “I wanted to make my mom happy, but I think I pushed her too hard, and she just picked any man.”

Ethan gulped, his own affair with Ryan’s mom flashing through his mind, hoping Ryan hadn’t found out. “Ryan, you might as well be straightforward.”

He glanced nervously to see if Ryan had anything like a fruit knife hidden in his hand.

Feeling Ethan’s tension, Ryan knew he truly considered him a brother, and his problems were Ethan’s too, which was why he was so anxious.

Ryan felt conflicted but didn’t hide anything.

“The guy my mom’s seeing, he might not be great in the male department.”

“Oh.” Ethan breathed a sigh of relief,it wasn’t about him then. He lowered his voice, “What do you mean?”

Ryan shared his deductions from the previous day, clear and logical, convincing.

Ethan was silent after hearing it.

He immediately understood why his task hadn’t been completed.

“Wish Name: I hope my mom is happy.”

This wish wasn’t just about knowing his mom found a man,the man also had to be approved by him.

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His first thought was to find a decent man to pretend to be Sofia’s husband.

But the risk was high.

Not to mention there was only one chance, convincing him would require finding someone within the hospital, and after narrowing down the options, getting his approval, thinking they could make his mom happy, was nearly impossible.

“Ethan, what should I do?” Ryan looked dejected. “I pushed my mom to find happiness, and now I’m criticizing her choice, isn’t that low of me?”

Ethan thought to himself, “You really do make a big deal out of everything.”

“Looks aren’t everything,” Ethan tried to convince him. “The doctors here might be older, but they’re all high-income earners.”

“Ah, my mom doesn’t need the money,” Ryan shook his head.

“…” Ethan’s face fell.

He ended the conversation for the day.

After Sofia brought him back to the hospital room, she asked anxiously, “What’s wrong with Ryan today?”

“Let me think,” Ethan was overwhelmed, the task had come this far, yet it was missing just this bit, and now he was stuck.

He needed to find a way to break through.

Ethan glanced at Aunt Sofia, who was wearing sheer black stockings with butterfly patterns today, exceptionally sexy.

She wasn’t being particularly careful in front of Ethan.

Ethan’s gaze followed her long legs up to the hem of her skirt, the black stockings wrapping her groin: “Aunt Sofia, actually, there were a few positions I still wanted to try yesterday.”

“Is now really the time for this?” Sofia snapped, frustrated. “Remember what you said yesterday.”

“But don’t you feel it’s a pity, Aunt Sofia?” Ethan smiled. “There are positions we haven’t tried, and since we’re here, today could be the last time.”