Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 60: I want to sleep with Aunt Sofia

“Sorry, what did you just say?” Ryan’s first reaction was that he must have misheard.

“Ryan, don’t worry, I’ll take care of your mom’s happiness,” Ethan said earnestly, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’ll make sure your wish comes true.”

“Uh, actually, that’s not necessary,” Ryan replied, his mouth twitching as he glanced at Ethan. Considering our conditions, it’s hard to say who’s going to outlive whom.

Ethan, however, didn’t seem bothered by Ryan’s odd look,his mind was completely focused on the task titled “Wish: Mom’s Happiness.”

There are many definitions of happiness.

But undoubtedly, the simplest way to achieve it, as a man, is to drive her wild, to a point where her brain floods with dopamine.

That’s what they call a sense of happiness.

Ethan’s gaze shifted back to Ryan, planning to capture Mrs. Miller’s facial expressions on video when the time came.

Don’t ask how it’s done, just ask if it’s happiness.

“Cough, Ethan.” Ryan felt a chill as Ethan looked at him, a bad feeling rising inside: “You’ve already done so much for me, so you don’t need to worry about this anymore, especially given your current situation.”

But Ethan grabbed his hand, his expression serious: “Ryan, we’re good friends, let me handle this! You just need to hang in there and see Aunt Sofia happy!”

He was actually worried Ryan might suddenly pass away, which would mean a real failure of his mission.

Living in this hospital, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to go to sleep and never wake up.

“…” Ryan felt something was off, but seeing the sincerity in Ethan’s eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse:

“Ethan, thank you.”

“Promise me, stay alive.” Ethan looked serious. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay, okay,” Ryan knew about Ethan’s condition, how he’d nearly died several times. Comparatively, Ryan seemed likely to live longer, but the mood had been set: “It’s a promise.”

“By the way, Ryan, what does Aunt Sofia like to eat?” Ethan suddenly asked.

Ryan’s mouth twitched, his unease growing. Why are you asking these questions?

He couldn’t be thinking of pursuing my mom, could he?

But that thought barely surfaced before he dismissed it.

Ethan was in such a state,how could he possibly do that?

“I really should be ashamed,” Ryan felt waves of guilt for even doubting his friend who was wholeheartedly trying to help.

Ethan got more information about Mrs. Miller from him.

Out of guilt, Ryan told him everything he knew.

Until Blair came in and wheeled him away.

That night, the two lay in adjacent beds.

“Blair, what do you think happiness is?” Ethan stared at the ceiling.

“Happiness?” Blair lay on her side, silent for a long while: “I’m very happy right now.”

“Now?” Ethan turned his head to look at her handsome face in the moonlight.

“Yes, now,” Blair’s voice was calm and steady: “Having you guys around is enough for me.”

“Mm.” Ethan turned his gaze away, his mind racing like a computer.

“Mission description: I hope Mom can have someone to rely on, so I can leave with peace of mind.”

This already clarified Ryan’s definition of happiness.

If it was just about completing the mission, Ethan could easily hire someone to play the role of a perfect man in terms of physique, looks, and wealth.

But it was never going to be that simple.

The key was to make Ryan believe that his mom already had someone to rely on, a trust that would naturally show in their everyday interactions.

Ethan knew he had to meet two conditions to complete his mission.

First, make Aunt Sofia show in her daily life that she truly had someone to lean on, convincing Ryan of its authenticity.

Second, make Ryan believe that this person could genuinely take care of his mom in the future.

“Damn, these missions are never easy,” Ethan muttered, covering his face with his hand.

There was a simpler way, of course—find a decent man and have Mrs. Miller be with him.

But Ethan had never considered that approach from the start.

“Let’s start by making Ryan think Mrs. Miller is in love.”

Ethan set his plan.

The task was tough, but he wouldn’t give up,his health depended on it: “Ryan, rest assured, after you’re gone, I’ll take good care of your mom.”

Ethan silently vowed.

The next day arrived.

Mrs. Miller, as usual, was cleaning her son’s hospital room. Although the hospital had its cleaners, she felt this was one of the few things she could do for her child.

Ryan lay in his hospital bed watching his mother, his eyes reddening.

His mom was top-notch in both looks and figure, a widow who still had countless men admiring her.

But for his sake, she had never dated again.

“I’m sorry.” Ryan watched his mother’s back and apologized, his voice so low only he could hear. He knew he was holding her back.

After Mrs. Miller finished cleaning, she looked up and saw Ryan smiling at her: “Thank you, Mom.”

“Hmph,” Mrs. Miller let out a dissatisfied grunt. “You’re getting formal with your mom.”

Seeing her child’s bright smile every day was her reason to keep going.

Her life now revolved solely around her child.

“By the way, Mom,” Ryan remembered what Ethan had told him the day before. “Mom, you’re still so young and beautiful, you could consider remarrying. I wouldn’t mind.”

“What nonsense,” Mrs. Miller said as she tidied his bed. “Mom’s already old.”

She had just finished speaking when the memory of Ethan making advances the other night flashed through her mind, followed by the embarrassing realization that she had seen the live stream of her son with a female streamer. Flustered, she quickly stood up: “I’ll be outside.”

“Okay.” Ryan was unaware that his mom had seen everything that night.

Mrs. Miller hid her awkward expression and left the room.

In the hallway, she saw a tall figure. Blair, standing at 6 feet tall in her shoes.

Mrs. Miller saw the dashing young woman and knew she must have been sent by Ethan. A mix of helplessness, shyness, and embarrassment flashed through her eyes.

“Ethan’s looking for you,” Blair pointed downstairs.

“Okay, I’ll go in a bit,” Mrs. Miller glanced at Ryan, feeling like she was sneaking off to meet a man, worried about being caught.

Ethan lay in his hospital bed, and soon, Mrs. Miller pushed the door open and entered.

“Hi, Aunt Sofia.”

Sofia didn’t speak, glanced behind her, and walked to the bedside. Her voice was calm but deliberately distant: “What is it?”

She wanted to keep her distance from Ethan.

Touching a paralyzed man’s dick and manually bringing him to climax—these bizarre memories had been popping up in her mind intermittently over the past few days.

Each wave of embarrassment made her wish she could live on another planet.

“Aunt Sofia, I’ll just say it,” Ethan looked at her mature, graceful figure. “I want to sleep with Aunt Sofia.”

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