Chapter 11
They spent the rest of the day resting at their villa, a serene haven nestled amid lush tropical gardens with a breathtaking view of the azure ocean. The soft rustling of palm trees and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a tranquil backdrop to their afternoon.
Ivy fussed over Ethan, carefully arranging pillows on the oversized couch in the living area to ensure he was as comfortable as possible. The villa was a blend of modern luxury and island charm, with open spaces that let in the gentle sea breeze and a décor that reflected the vibrant spirit of Hawaii.
"Ethan, you need to rest," Ivy said gently, adjusting a cushion behind his back and smoothing out the blanket over his legs.
Ethan sighed, a mixture of irritation and gratitude evident on his face. "Ivy, I'm fine. You don't have to hover over me."
Ivy ignored his protest, her focus unwavering. "I know you're in pain, Ethan. Just let me help you."
Ethan shifted slightly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his leg. The journey had taken a toll on him, the long hours of sitting in one position exacerbating his condition. Despite his annoyance at being fussed over, he couldn't deny that Ivy's care brought him a sense of comfort he sorely needed.
"Okay, fine," he conceded, leaning back against the pillows with a resigned look. "But only because it's you."
Ivy smiled softly; her eyes filled with concern. "Good. Now, how about some tea? It might help you relax."
Ethan nodded reluctantly. "Sure, tea sounds nice."
As Ivy moved to the small kitchenette, Ethan watched her, a mixture of frustration and affection in his gaze. He was used to being independent, to handling his pain on his own. But Ivy's presence, her unwavering support, was something he couldn't help but appreciate, even if he struggled to accept it.
She returned with a steaming cup of peppermint tea, the soothing aroma filling the room. "Here you go," she said, handing him the cup. "Careful, it's super-hot."
Ethan took the cup, his fingers brushing against hers. "Thank you, Ivy."
Ivy sat down next to him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "You don't have to thank me, Ethan. I'm here because I care about you. Just let me spoil you today, alright?"
Ethan looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there. "Alright," he said softly. "I'll try."
"Plus, the boss pays me good money to do this, and who knows, the boss might throw in a nice bonus for all this extra care," Ivy winked, teasing him to lighten the mood.
Ethan chuckled, catching her playful tone. "Ah, someone is learning the art of corporate greed, huh?" he replied with equal wit.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a quiet, comfortable rhythm. Ivy worked diligently on her office tasks on her laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she occasionally glanced over at Ethan to make sure he was okay. Ethan, reclining on the couch with a pillow supporting his leg, watched her with a mix of admiration and concern.
"Ivy," he called softly, breaking the silence. "You've been working nonstop. Why don't you take a break and enjoy the rest of the day?"
Ivy looked up from her screen, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "Ethan, I have a lot to catch up on. I promised Henry I'd have these reports done by tomorrow."
Ethan frowned slightly. "I know you're dedicated, but we're in Hawaii. You deserve to enjoy it. Besides, your boss' boss won't mind if you take a little break," he said with a playful smirk.
Ivy chuckled, closing her laptop with a resigned smile. "Alright, you win. But only because you're so persuasive."
As she settled into the hammock on the balcony, Ivy sighed. "You know, I just can't help but feel guilty," she admitted, looking at Ethan. "I feel like I'm treated differently than the rest of the staff, and I desperately want to advance on my own merit."
Ethan nodded understandingly. "I get it. But you can't change the fact that you are in a relationship with me, Ivy. It comes with the territory of dating a handsome, powerful, big boss like me," he added playfully, trying to cheer her up. "Sometimes you need to let go and just be in the moment. We both do."
Ivy smiled softly, appreciating his words. "Handsome and powerful, huh? I wouldn't go that far," she chuckled. "Ethan, I fell in love with you even before I knew who you were."
Ethan looked at her curiously. "Really? When was that? Was it when I fell flat on my butt or when I was screaming in pain like a girl during the therapy session with Jack?" he responded bitterly.
Ivy's expression softened. "Ethan, I fell in love with you for who you truly are. Seeing you in pain breaks my heart, but it doesn't change the person I love." Her sincerity shone through her eyes.
Ethan's bitterness melted away as he saw the honesty in her gaze. "Ivy," he said quietly, "thank you for saying that. It means more to me than you know."
Ivy reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. They sat together, watching the waves crash against the shore and the sun begin to set, finding peace in each other's company and the beauty around them. The villa's living room was filled with the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows and bathing the space in a warm, inviting light. The gentle sound of the ocean waves provided a soothing soundtrack, enhancing the peaceful atmosphere.
Ivy occasionally brought him snacks, making sure he stayed hydrated and comfortable. Each time, Ethan would grumble a bit but ultimately accept her care, knowing deep down that he needed it. The tender moments of fussing, the gentle touches, and the quiet reassurances made him realize how much he valued her presence, even if it did irritate his sense of independence.
As evening approached, the sky painted with hues of pink and orange, they decided to have dinner on the balcony. Ivy knew Ethan wanted to take her out to a nice restaurant, but she also understood that his comfort was more important. She suggested they stay in, her own tiredness providing a convenient excuse.
They ordered a selection of Hawaiian dishes, and soon their dinner arrived, a feast of fresh seafood, tropical fruits, and local specialties. The scent of grilled fish and the sweet aroma of ripe pineapple filled the air as they set the table on the balcony, overlooking the endless expanse of the ocean.
Ethan, still somewhat irritated by his condition but touched by Ivy's thoughtfulness, sat at the table, the pain in his leg a constant reminder of his limitations. Ivy, however, was determined to make the evening special. She lit a few candles, their soft glow adding to the romantic ambiance.
"Ivy, I have a confession to make," Ethan said, breaking the comfortable silence as they started their meal.
Ivy looked at Ethan with curiosity. "What is it, Ethan?"
"I didn't ask you to come here with me for a business trip. Mark is ordering Jason to take care of Scott for you, well, for us. They think it would be best that you... umm, we are not in town when they work on it. Jason's assessment is that Scott is unpredictable. Ivy, Jason is experienced in this kind of matter. It is not a big thing for him. He will take care of it the safest way possible."
Ivy was silent, feeling anger creeping up as she realized she had been lied to. She hated it when people did things behind her back.
"Ethan," Ivy began, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger, "why didn't you tell me? Why did you think you had to hide this from me?"
Ethan reached out, trying to take her hand, but she pulled it back. "Ivy, I was trying to protect you. Scott is dangerous, and I didn't want you to be involved in any more of his threats or manipulations. I thought it would be better if you were away from it all."
"You thought it was better to lie to me?" Ivy's voice was sharper now. "To make decisions about my safety without even consulting me? Do you know how that makes me feel? Like you don't trust me, like I'm some fragile thing that can't handle the truth."
"It's not that, Ivy," Ethan pleaded. "I trust you. I know you're strong. But I can't bear the thought of something happening to you because of me. I wanted to shield you from this mess."
Ivy stood up, pacing the balcony. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore seemed distant compared to the turmoil inside her. "Ethan, I understand your intentions, but this is my life too. I should have a say in how we handle these threats. We should be partners, not me being someone you need to protect without involving me."
Ethan sighed, feeling the weight of her words. "You're right, Ivy. I'm sorry. I should have told you. I should have trusted you to be part of the solution. Can you forgive me?"
Ivy stopped pacing and looked at him, her eyes softening but still holding a hint of hurt. "I forgive you, Ethan. But we need to communicate better. No more secrets, no more decisions made without each other's input. Agreed?" "Agreed," Ethan said, his relief evident.
As the evening drew to a close, the sky now a canvas of stars against the deep blue of the ocean, Ivy and Ethan began to get ready for bed. Despite the serene surroundings, a lingering tension remained between them. Ivy was still a little upset with how Ethan had handled the situation with Scott. Yet, even in her frustration, she couldn't help but care for Ethan's needs.
Ivy moved around the villa with a purposeful stride, gathering Ethan's medicine and preparing a glass of water. She brought them over to where he sat, her movements brisk but gentle. "Here, take these," she said, her voice soft yet firm.
Ethan wanted to argue, to tell her she didn't need to fuss over him, but he saw the determined look in her eyes and decided against it. Instead, he quietly took the medication from her hand and swallowed the pills, washing them down with the water.
"Thank you," he said, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and resignation.
Ivy nodded, not meeting his gaze. She turned her attention to helping him get ready for bed, adjusting the pillows and smoothing out the sheets. "Are you comfortable?" she asked, her tone still tinged with a hint of frustration.
"Ivy, you don't have to—" Ethan began, but relented, understanding that this was her way of dealing with her emotions. "Alright," he said quietly, allowing her to continue.
Ivy moved about the cozy bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm, soothing light across the room. The gentle hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the distant sound of the waves outside, creating a serene atmosphere. The villa's bedroom was elegantly decorated with soft linens, plush pillows, and wooden furniture that exuded a relaxed, tropical charm.
Ivy first approached Ethan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his leg stretched out carefully in front of him. She gently adjusted the pillows behind his back, ensuring they provided enough support. "Lean back a bit," she instructed softly, guiding him until he was comfortably reclined.
Ethan complied, watching her with a mix of admiration and guilt. He could see the determined look in her eyes, her need to make sure he was taken care of overriding her own frustrations.
Next, Ivy moved towards his offended leg. She carefully lifted it, her touch tender yet confident. "Tell me if it hurts," she murmured, placing a plush pillow beneath his knee to keep it elevated and comfortable. Ethan winced slightly but nodded as she found the right position.
Her eyes scanned the room, ensuring that nothing had been overlooked. She noticed the air conditioner's gentle hum and walked over to adjust the thermostat slightly, making sure the room remained at a comfortable temperature.
Noticing a chill in the air, Ivy fetched an extra blanket from the closet. She shook it out with a practiced flick, then draped it gently over Ethan, tucking it around him securely. "Just in case you get cold during the night," she said, her voice carrying a hint of the care she felt despite her lingering frustration.
Ivy's hands moved efficiently yet tenderly, smoothing out the wrinkles in the blanket and making sure every detail was perfect. She straightened the bedside table, arranging a glass of water and Ethan's medication within easy reach. She even checked to make sure his phone charger was plugged in and ready.
Ethan watched her, his heart swelling with gratitude. "You really don't have to do all this, Ivy," he said softly, though he appreciated every gesture.
Ivy turned to him, her eyes softening as she looked at him. "Why? Can't I enjoy loving you and caring for you?" Her voice was firm but gentle, a testament to her love and dedication.
Finally, she took a step back, surveying her work. Satisfied, she gave Ethan a small, reassuring smile. "There. You should be all set now."
Ethan nodded, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him. "Thank you, Ivy. I know I don't say it enough, but I appreciate everything you do."
She nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "I know, Ethan. Now, try to get some rest."
Ivy got ready for bed herself, changing into comfortable pajamas and brushing her hair. As she climbed into bed beside Ethan, she adjusted the sheets, making sure they were neatly tucked around both of them. She lay down, the cool, crisp linens providing a comforting contrast to the warmth of the blanket.
The soft rustling of the sheets and the gentle rhythm of their breathing filled the room as they settled in. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the tranquil surroundings, helped to ease the tension that had lingered between them.
Ethan reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Ivy, I'm sorry for not involving you in the decision about Scott. I promise, no more secrets."
Ivy turned to him, her expression softening further. "I appreciate that, Ethan. Let's face things together from now on."
With a final, tender smile, they both closed their eyes, letting the soothing sounds of the ocean and the warmth of their connection lull them into a peaceful sleep. Despite the challenges they faced, they knew they had each other, and that was enough to face whatever lay ahead.
Back in Washington D.C., the atmosphere was anything but serene. The hustle and bustle of the city, with its constant traffic and endless stream of people, stood in stark contrast to the peaceful tranquility of Hawaii. In Mark's sleek, modern office, the tension was palpable as he leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Jason.
"Alright, Jason," Mark began, his voice steady but with an undertone of urgency. "What's the plan for taking care of Scott? I need this handled quickly and quietly."
Jason stood across from Mark, holding a sleek tablet that displayed a detailed profile of Scott. The screen showed various pieces of information: financial records, known associates, and recent activities. Jason's expression was serious, his demeanor professional, as he prepared to lay out his strategy. The gravity of the situation was clear in the furrow of his brow and the firm set of his jaw.
"Paying him off obviously isn't an option," Jason began, his voice steady and authoritative. "Scott's situation is more complicated than just needing money to survive. He's deeply in debt to some very dangerous loan sharks, and simply giving him cash won't solve the underlying issue. He'll just come back for more when the money runs out."
He tapped the screen, bringing up a list of Scott's creditors, prominently featuring some well-known loan sharks. "Instead, we need to address the root of his problem. These debts are what's driving his desperate actions. My suggestion is that we buy his debt. By doing this, we take control of the leverage those loan sharks have over him."
Mark raised an eyebrow. "And you think they'll agree to that?"
Jason smirked slightly. "They're businessmen, Mark. They want their money, and they prefer it without any added complications. If we can guarantee payment, they'll cooperate."
Mark leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "And what about Scott himself? How do we ensure he doesn't come back once we've dealt with his debts?"
Jason's expression hardened. "The loan sharks are businessmen, shady ones, but still businessmen. They know it would be more beneficial to comply with Caldwell and Caldwell than with a small fish like Scott. They understand that we have the resources to make things very difficult for them if we need to. But can you cover the firm legally, considering Caldwell and Caldwell is making a backside deal with loan sharks?"
Mark responded, "If you can deal with the loan sharks, use your creativity. I'll take care of the legal issues that may implicate you from my end. I'll protect you."
Jason nodded. "Alright. I'll make the arrangements. I won't implicate Caldwell and Caldwell then. I'll move quickly to avoid any escalation."
Mark's expression softened slightly, a sign of his confidence in Jason. "Good. Keep me updated on every step."
Mark asked Jason curiously, "What exactly caused Scott to end up in so much debt?"
Jason responded, "Scott's downfall started with a string of bad investments and reckless spending. He tried to make quick money through high-risk ventures, and when those failed, he turned to gambling to cover his losses. It only made things worse. His gambling debts piled up, and soon he was borrowing from loan sharks to pay off other debts."
Mark absorbed this information rolling his eyes, "So typical! We're dealing with a man who's not only desperate but has a track record of making poor decisions under pressure." He then continued, "this should be simple for you Jason, just fix it quick for me, ok."
Jason nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, "I'll handle it, Mark. I'll make sure Scott has no other options but to back off for good."
As Jason left the office to put his plan into action, Mark leaned back in his chair, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering concern. Mark's thoughts drifted to his younger brother, Ethan. He was acutely aware of the many challenges Ethan was already facing—his health issues, professional responsibilities, and the new relationship with Ivy. The last thing Ethan needed was the additional stress of dealing with Scott's threats. Mark resolved to manage this situation without burdening Ethan further. He recalled how Ethan had always looked up to him as a child, and now, even as an adult, Mark felt a strong urge to protect him. It hurt to see his brother struggle, and Mark was determined to shield Ethan from this new wave of stress.
Meanwhile, in Hawaii, Ethan woke up early in the morning, feeling restless as his mind wandered to the unresolved issue with Scott back home. He grabbed his phone and texted Mark, asking for an update.
Mark responded quickly: "Why are you up so early? I'll text you when I finish this meeting. All good, don't worry."
Ethan put his phone down and decided to call the hotel to get breakfast ready in their room. A few minutes later, the bell of room service rang, signaling the arrival of their meal.
Ivy woke up to the sound, leaping out of bed in a rush, feeling guilty for sleeping in while Ethan was already up. "Ethan?" she called out, her voice filled with concern.
"Relax, Ivy, I'm here," Ethan replied from the balcony, where he was sitting and enjoying his tea.
Ivy sighed with relief, walking towards him. "I'm sorry, Ethan. I must have overslept!"
Ethan looked up at her and smiled. "It's alright. You needed the rest."
Ivy glanced at him, feeling reassured. She noticed that he didn't look contorted in pain like he often did in the mornings. "You seem better today," she remarked, her voice soft with concern.
Ethan nodded. "I'm feeling a bit better, thanks to you. Now, let's enjoy our breakfast."
After they finished their meal, Ethan decided it was the perfect day for a walk on the beach. Ivy eagerly agreed, feeling the allure of the beautiful island surroundings.
She chose a simple sleeveless top, shorts, and sandals, perfect for a stroll along the shore. Ethan wore a loose t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. Despite his casual appearance, he felt a pang of anxiety about walking in the sand with his crutches. Sand and crutches were not the best combination, but seeing Ivy's excitement, he pushed down his anxiety and tried his best to hide his nervousness.
As they stepped onto the beach, the soft sand gave way under Ethan's crutches, making each step a challenge. He tried to keep his balance, focusing on the stability of his crutches and the shifting ground beneath him. Ivy walked slightly behind, ready to support him along the way.
"Are you okay, Ethan?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Ethan replied, forcing a smile. "Just takes a bit of getting used to."
The uneven surface made his progress slow and laborious. Each step felt like a struggle as the crutches sank into the sand, requiring extra effort to pull them out and move forward. Despite his efforts to mask his discomfort, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Ivy noticed his struggle and walked back to him. "Ethan, we don't have to do this. We can go back to the boardwalk."
Ethan shook his head, determined. "No, I want to do this. I want to enjoy this walk with you."
Ivy smiled, admiring his perseverance. She moved closer, offering her arm for support, replacing his crutches. Ethan hesitated for a moment, not wanting to show weakness, but then he accepted her help. With Ivy as his crutch, the walk became a bit easier. Her steady presence gave him confidence, and together, they made slow but steady progress along the beach.
As they continued, Ethan began to find a rhythm, adjusting his movements to better handle the sandy terrain. The initial awkwardness gave way to a more fluid motion, and he started to relax, focusing more on the beautiful surroundings and the company of Ivy.
The beach was a picture of paradise, with golden sand stretching out towards the turquoise sea. Seagulls called out overhead, and the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack. Ivy and Ethan paused occasionally to admire the view, collecting shells and watching the small crabs scurry along the sand.
They finally rested at the hotel's beach loungers. Ethan ordered two iced teas for both of them and began to relax.
"Ethan, did you hear anything from Mark?" Ivy asked.
"They have been working on it, Ivy. I'm sure everything is okay, otherwise I'd know it by now. Try not to worry so much, okay?" Ethan replied reassuringly.
"Okay, Ethan, I trust you," Ivy said, feeling a bit more at ease.
"Ethan, do you mind if I go swim in the ocean for a bit?" Ivy asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ethan grinned at her. "Not at all, mermaid! Go make some waves! I'll be right here, keeping an eye on our spot. Have a blast!"
Ivy dashed towards the water, reveling in the cool saltwater against her skin. She couldn't recall the last time she went somewhere purely for enjoyment. As she swam, a sense of freedom and joy washed over her, momentarily erasing all the worries that had burdened her. Ethan watched from the lounger, a content smile on his face, feeling grateful that he could give Ivy a little break from her harsh life.
"It was great! You should swim too, Eth..." Ivy's voice trailed off as a look of realization crossed her face, her excitement giving way to hesitation. She bit her lip, feeling a pang of guilt for suggesting something that might be difficult for Ethan.
Ethan noticed her hesitation and the flicker of concern in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile, wanting to ease her worry. "I can swim, Ivy! Remember? I swam just fine at the penthouse pool." His tone was light and playful, aiming to lift her spirits.
Ivy's eyes softened, the guilt beginning to fade. "But the ocean is different, Eth. The sand, the waves... it's not the same."
Ethan nodded, understanding her concern. "Ivy, the sand here is too unstable for me to manage with my crutches. But don't worry," he said, his smile growing warmer. "I enjoy myself just fine watching you swim and seeing you happy. That's what matters to me."
Ivy's face brightened, her earlier worry dissolving into a grateful smile. "I just want you to enjoy this trip too."
Ethan reached out and gently took her hand. "I am, Ivy. Being here with you, seeing you relaxed and happy—that's all I need."
They stayed a little while longer until it was time for lunch. They slowly made their way back to the villa, where Ivy took a quick shower and changed.
They decided to go out for authentic Hawaiian food. "Hi Mike, lead us on," Ethan told their driver.
As they settled into the car, Ethan felt a renewed sense of optimism. He glanced at Ivy, who looked relaxed and happy, and felt grateful for this time together. For now, they could savor these moments and leave their worries behind.
They decided to go out for authentic Hawaiian food, eager to experience the local cuisine. "Hi Mike, lead us on," Ethan told their driver as they approached the sleek black SUV waiting outside their villa.
Mike, a friendly local with a broad smile, nodded. "Sure thing, Mr. Caldwell. I know just the place. You'll love it."
As they settled into the car, Ethan helped Ivy with her seatbelt, his movements gentle and caring.
The drive through the island was picturesque, with lush greenery on one side and the glistening ocean on the other. The sweet scent of tropical flowers filled the air, mingling with the salty tang of the sea. Ivy held Ethan's hand, squeezing it gently as she took in the beautiful scenery.
"Look at that view," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "Hawaii is even more beautiful than I imagined."
Ethan nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude. "It really is..."
Mike took them through winding roads and charming coastal towns, finally pulling up to a quaint, open-air restaurant nestled among palm trees. The sound of Hawaiian music drifted through the air, and the aroma of grilled meats and fresh seafood was tantalizing.
"This is the place," Mike announced with a smile. "Enjoy your meal, and let me know when you're ready to head back."
"Thanks, Mike," Ethan said, as he and Ivy exited the car.
The restaurant had a laid-back vibe, with wooden tables and chairs set up on a sandy floor. The staff greeted them with warm aloha smiles and showed them to a table with a perfect view of the ocean. As they sat down, a gentle breeze rustled the palm leaves above, and the sound of the waves added to the serene atmosphere.
A waiter approached, offering them menus filled with a variety of traditional Hawaiian dishes. Ethan and Ivy exchanged excited glances, eager to try everything. They decided on a selection of local favorites: poke bowls, kalua pig, lomi-lomi salmon, and haupia for dessert.
As they waited for their food, they chatted about their day, the beauty of the island, and their plans for the rest of the trip. Ethan felt a deep sense of contentment, grateful for these precious moments with Ivy.
When the food arrived, it was a feast for the senses. The vibrant colors and rich aromas made their mouths water. Ivy took a bite of her poke bowl, her eyes lighting up with delight. "This is amazing, Ethan. You have to try this."
Ethan tasted the kalua pig, savoring the tender, smoky meat. "This is incredible," he agreed. "I could get used to eating like this."
They shared their dishes, each bite a new discovery of flavors and textures. The meal was filled with laughter, shared stories, and the simple joy of being together. Ethan watched Ivy, her face glowing with happiness, and felt a renewed determination to protect these moments of bliss.
After they finished their meal, they sat for a while longer, enjoying the view and the peaceful a When they arrived back at the villa, Ethan carefully put down his crutches and took Ivy's hand. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. They began to sway gently, dancing to the imaginary music they both heard in their hearts. Their movements were natural and fluid, as if they had been dancing together for years.
Ivy rested her head on Ethan's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She closed her eyes, letting the moment envelop her in a cocoon of love and serenity. Ethan guided her with gentle, confident steps, his touch tender and reassuring. They moved as one, their connection deepening with each step.
Ethan looked into Ivy's eyes, his gaze filled with affection and longing. He led her towards the bedroom, their hands still intertwined. As they crossed the threshold, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their private sanctuary.
They succumbed to each other, their embrace growing more intense and passionate. The room filled with whispered words and soft laughter, the air charged with their mutual desire. They explored each other with a newfound tenderness, savoring every touch and kiss.
The night stretched on, a tapestry of love and connection woven in the quiet intimacy of their villa. For that moment, all worries and fears were forgotten, replaced by the pure joy of being together. Ethan and Ivy found solace and strength in each other, their bond unbreakable and their love unwavering. atmosphere. Eventually, they called Mike to take them back to the villa.
The following morning, Ivy woke up early. Ethan was still fast asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. She quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and began tidying up their bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor, remnants of the previous night's passion. As she picked up Ethan's pants, a business card fell out of one of the pockets. She picked it up and looked at it, reading the name: Dr. Anthony Teyechea, orthopedic oncology specialist at a private hospital in Hawaii.
Ivy stared at the card, confused. Wondering if Ethan had an appointment with the doctor while they were in Hawaii, she felt a mix of concern and curiosity. Why hadn't he told her? She decided she would ask him about it and would not take no for an answer. After all, he had promised not to keep any secrets from her anymore.
When Ethan woke up, Ivy was by his side, ready to help him with the small exercises that Jack had taught her. "Good morning," she greeted him with a smile. "Ethan, time for your therapy."
Ethan nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Morning, Ivy. Fine," he responded curtly.
Ivy guided him through the range of motion exercises, ensuring he moved slowly and carefully. These routines were crucial to preventing muscle atrophy and alleviating his pain. As they began, Ivy couldn't shake the unease she felt from finding the business card.
Ethan winced as they started the exercises, his face contorted in pain. "Easy, Ivy," he muttered, trying to maintain his composure.
"I'm sorry, Ethan. I know this hurts, but we need to do it," Ivy said, her voice filled with concern. She watched his face closely, noticing every grimace and twinge of pain. Her mind kept drifting back to the card she found, and the worry gnawed at her.
Ethan gritted his teeth, pushing through the discomfort. The pain was sharp, but he knew these exercises were necessary. "Just a little more," Ivy encouraged, trying to keep her tone light despite the heaviness in her heart.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally finished. Ethan sat back, looking a bit more relaxed. "Thanks, Ivy. I appreciate it," he said, his voice softer now.
Ivy took a deep breath, deciding it was time to address her discovery. "Ethan, while I was cleaning up this morning, I found something in your pants pocket." She held up the business card. "Why do you have this? Do you have an appointment with Dr. Teyechea?"
Ethan sighed deeply. "Let's get ready for breakfast, and I'll tell you everything. I'm starved." He began walking towards the shower but stumbled, and Ivy quickly caught him.
Ivy looked at him sharply. "No, Ethan, tell me now. Why do you have that doctor's card in your pocket?"
Ethan sighed again, knowing he couldn't avoid the conversation. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of the discussion settled over him. "Ivy, remember I just completed a series of chemotherapies? I am not totally cancer-free yet. When I have to travel away from Dr. Lewis, we usually arrange a referral just in case I need treatment, so they will have my history at hand if needed."
Ivy's eyes widened as she processed his words, her heart sinking. The realization that even a few days of travel could be a life-or-death situation for Ethan hit her hard. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. "Ethan, I didn't know..."
Ethan gently cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away her tears. His expression was tender despite his exhaustion, a mixture of love and regret. "Ivy, I didn't want to worry you. It really is nothing. It's more for the 'just in case,' nothing else. I am fine now, right? You see it yourself."
She nodded, the tears spilling over her cheeks. "I just want to be there for you, Ethan. Of course, I am worried about you. I can't help it."
Ethan pulled her into a tight embrace, his own sadness evident in the way he held her. "I know, Ivy. This is why it is hard for me to bring you in. I hate seeing my loved ones worrying about me. It's not fair..."
They held each other for a moment longer, the room filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the soft rustle of their movements. Ivy felt the depth of Ethan's struggle and the immense pressure he was under to protect those he loved from his own battles.
Eventually, they pulled away slightly, looking into each other's eyes with a renewed sense of understanding. "Thank you for telling me, Ethan," Ivy said softly. "I want to be by your side, through everything. Promise me, never shut me out ever again."
Ethan whispered, "I promise, Ivy." It was a promise he was not sure he would be able to keep, but he meant it sincerely in that moment.
After breakfast, they decided to stroll around the villa, avoiding the beach to rest Ethan's leg from the excursion they had the day before. They enjoyed each other's company, mostly in silence, appreciating the tranquility and the beauty of their surroundings.
That afternoon, Ivy and Ethan both took the time to catch up on tasks they had left behind at the office. Ethan spent a couple of hours writing briefs and reviewing documents, his concentration broken only occasionally by the peaceful sounds of the island. Ivy continued her research for Henry, her mind focused but occasionally drifting to thoughts of Ethan and their conversation.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the villa, Ethan suggested they go out for dinner. They chose a nearby restaurant that offered live music, hoping to end the day on a light note. The restaurant was cozy, with an open-air setting that allowed them to enjoy the cool evening breeze.
They settled at a table near the stage, where a local band played soft, melodic tunes. The music was soothing, and the atmosphere was perfect. They shared a delicious meal, laughing and talking about everything and nothing. For a few hours, they managed to forget their worries and simply enjoy each other's company.
After dinner, they stayed a while longer, swaying gently to the music. The combination of the food, the music, and the company left them both feeling content and at peace.
When they finally returned to their villa, tired but happy, they prepared for bed. As they lay down, Ivy snuggled close to Ethan, feeling his warmth and steady heartbeat. She whispered, "Thank you for tonight, Ethan. It was perfect."
Ethan kissed her forehead gently. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ivy. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ethan," Ivy replied, closing her eyes with a smile.
They both drifted off to sleep, their hearts lighter from the shared moments of joy and understanding, ready to face whatever challenges the next day might bring.