Married To The Disabled CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The morning after the dramatic boardroom showdown, the house was unusually quiet. Emma woke up to find Ethan already gone from his room. Concerned, she hurriedly freshened up and headed to his study. She found him sitting at his desk, his wheelchair tucked neatly under the table, papers spread out before him.“Ethan, it’s barely dawn,” she said, stepping inside. “Have you even slept?”He glanced up, dark circles under his eyes but a determined gleam in his gaze. “Not much. There’s too much to catch up on. I can’t afford to waste time.”Emma sighed, walking over to him. She rested a hand on the desk. “You’ve been pushing yourself nonstop. You just regained a foothold in the company. Take a moment to breathe.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders barely easing. “Emma, the company’s still vulnerable. I need to ensure that every leak is plugged before someone else tries to take advantage.”Emma frowned. “And what about your recovery? Your health?”“I’m working on t

Ethan woke the next morning to the sound of birds chirping faintly outside his window. For the first time in months, his chest felt lighter, a sensation that puzzled him at first. Then he remembered the night before—the conversation with Emma, her quiet tears, and the unspoken promise of a fresh start between them.He turned his head toward the doorway, where the faint aroma of coffee wafted into the room. Moments later, Emma appeared a tray in hand with breakfast neatly arranged. She smiled at him, a soft, tentative expression that made his heart stir.“You’re up early,” Ethan said, his voice still husky from sleep.“I thought you could use a good breakfast before your therapy session,” Emma replied, setting the tray on the nightstand. “Today’s a big day.”Ethan’s jaw tensed. The idea of physical therapy always brought a mix of hope and frustration. Progress had been slow, and while he trusted Emma, he couldn’t shake the nagging doubt that he might never walk again.Emma seemed to se

Ethan woke up the next morning feeling lighter than he had in months. His thoughts lingered on the events of the previous night—the kiss, the warmth of Emma’s presence, and the unspoken connection they had shared.For the first time since the accident, the ache in his heart seemed less overwhelming. A small smile tugged at his lips as he glanced at the clock. The day held possibilities, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.The sound of soft footsteps drew his attention. Emma walked into the room, her hair slightly tousled and a cup of coffee in her hands. She froze when she saw him staring at her, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.“Good morning,” she said, her voice gentle.“Morning,” he replied, his gaze never leaving her face.Emma hesitated for a moment before walking over and setting the coffee on the side table. “How are you feeling?”“Better,” he admitted. “I think I slept better last night than I have in weeks.”Emma’s lips curved into a smile. “That’s a good start.”--

The days passed by in a blur, each one blending into the next with the same routine. Ethan's therapy sessions continued, and Emma remained a constant presence, guiding him through his exercises with patience and care. Despite his frustration at his slow progress, there was something about her that kept him grounded. Her unwavering support was both a comfort and a source of guilt for him, as he knew he wasn't ready to reciprocate the feelings she might have for him.But as the days stretched on, Ethan felt something shift within him. The tension that had once been a barrier between them was beginning to fade. The air between them was lighter now, filled with an unspoken understanding. Emma had become more than just his caretaker. She was his companion, his confidant, and slowly, he began to realize that his feelings for her had grown beyond what he had initially anticipated.One evening, after a long day of therapy, Emma and Ethan sat on the couch, both too tired to speak much. The TV

The days passed in a blur of physical therapy, early mornings, and quiet evenings spent together. Ethan’s recovery was slow but steady, and with each passing day, he felt a bit stronger, a bit more capable. The weight of his disability didn’t feel as heavy as it had before, and his confidence in himself was beginning to rebuild, piece by piece.Yet, even as he gained strength, there was always the looming question of what came next. The business he’d put on hold, the career he’d almost lost—everything had to be rebuilt from the ground up. He wasn’t the man he used to be, and the thought of facing the world again, this time without the crutches of his past, made him uneasy.It was in the midst of one of these moments of uncertainty that Emma’s voice broke through his thoughts.“Ethan,” she called softly from across the room, where she was sorting through a pile of paperwork. “I think it’s time.”He turned toward her, brow furrowed in confusion. “Time for what?”Emma stood up, folding t