He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 35

Kitchen.

Rose scrambled to pull ingredients from the fridge. But when her gaze caught her reflection in the frosted glass wall, she froze.

I’m wearing this? A silky nightgown—barely-there straps, a neckline that dipped way too low, the fabric doing nothing to hide her figure.

Mortified, she realized she must have passed out last night. Houston must’ve changed her clothes.

Which means... he saw everything. Her face burned. Never drinking again. Ever.

Distracted and flustered, Rose somehow managed to prepare two bowls of beef stew with noodles. Bracing herself, she carried them out to the table.

Houston had just come out of the bedroom. Noticing her flushed face, he looked concerned. "Rose, why are you so flushed? You’re not running a fever, are you?"

Flustered, Rose turned and hurried back toward the bedroom. "I... I need to change."

That’s when Houston realized why she was blushing. "Rose," he called after her, "you threw up last night. I had to put your clothes in the wash."

Rose spun around, panic in her eyes. "Then what am I supposed to wear to work today?"

Seeing her expression—as if it were the end of the world—Houston couldn’t resist teasing her. "Anything you want from the wardrobe."

Rose looked miserable. "You expect me to wear your clothes to work?"

Houston grinned. "I wouldn’t mind."

With no better option, Rose rushed into the bedroom.

When she opened the wardrobe, she froze. It was filled with rows of designer dresses in every color.

She ran her fingers over the tags—every single one in her size.

She bit her lip. These must have cost a fortune. How much did Houston spend on all this?

After some hesitation, she chose a black velvet dress with lace trim and layered it under a soft blue knit cardigan.

Once she’d changed, her blush finally faded. When she walked back out, Houston was already at the table, enjoying her beef stew with noodles.

She approached him. "Houston... thank you. For everything."

Rose blinked. Was that... a love confession?

After breakfast, Houston personally drove Rose to the hospital. He kept fussing over her the whole way, only letting her go after making her promise to take care of herself.

Rose headed straight to the clinic, only to run into the one person she least wanted to see.

Ethan rushed over the moment he spotted her. "Rose, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you last night..."

Rose kept her face cold. "I was drunk last night. I don’t remember anything."

Though her words sounded forgiving, her eyes barely glanced at him. They moved past him with clear disgust.

Ethan’s heart twisted. "Rose, I know I messed up. I lost control. But your friend already got me back—he kicked me so hard I can barely walk. So... I guess we’re even now?"

Rose’s eyes flashed with disbelief. "Houston kicked you?"

The moment Ethan heard Houston’s name, he bristled. "Yeah! The guy’s a maniac. Told me to stay away from you."