Though paralyzed, still radiantly charming!

Chapter 50: Officially dating

“Let’s get one thing straight, today you’re going to listen to me and stay put,” Scarlett said as she finished setting up the wheelchair and helped Ethan into it. She carefully combed his hair, making sure he looked his best, and reminded him firmly.

Even though she had agreed to go out with him for some fun.

But she knew Ethan too well,if he got into any trouble, she’d feel like moving to another planet.

“Man, Auntie, you’ve changed. You weren’t like this before,” Ethan said, a bit helpless. It was just a weekend outing, after all.

Auntie was all on guard around him, it was written all over her face.

“Ahem, just do as you’re told, or I’ll get mad,” Scarlett admitted she was being a bit naggy, but it couldn’t be helped.

The two of them were now officially dating.

If Ethan tried to get too cozy, it would be super awkward for her.

“All set,” Scarlett said as she finished dressing him and handed him a makeup mirror. “Look at you, what a handsome guy.”

Ethan looked at himself in the mirror.

Being bedridden for so long had left his skin pale, and his features, already delicate, seemed even more fragile after his illness. But now, with some strength back, his cheeks had a healthy glow.

He was quite a looker.

Auntie changed him into a casual suit with a British flair, mainly because his body was too weak. Wearing a casual suit and sitting in a wheelchair, his shoulders could somewhat be propped up.

After this careful grooming, Ethan, already good-looking, appeared even more attractive, the kind of delicate young man that easily evoked a nurturing instinct in women.

“I still prefer looking more rugged,” Ethan pouted.

“You’ll get better,” Scarlett said with a loving look, pushing the wheelchair. “Let’s go.”

Ethan was really looking forward to his first date with Auntie.

And so, he found himself being wheeled out to a bustling square.

As he watched people in all sorts of bizarre outfits and enthusiasts with cameras pass by, some even sneakily aiming their cameras at him, he felt a bit overwhelmed.

“So… why a comic con?” Ethan asked, his expression bemused.

“Don’t you like it?” Scarlett’s eyes flickered with embarrassment. For their first date, she wanted to take him somewhere that would interest someone his age.

She had searched online for popular dating spots for young people.

Theme parks and water parks were out of the question given Ethan’s physical condition, as they would only make things more awkward.

As for movies.

The ones she found were mostly discussed by young people on how to take advantage of the dark in the cinema to engage in some risqué activities with their girlfriends. That was hardly just watching a movie,it was downright sleazy.

Then there were places like museums, which aside from showing off, really just seemed like mutual torture.

She also worried that pushing a wheelchair might make Ethan feel self-conscious.

After much searching, Scarlett settled on the comic con. Here, pushing a wheelchair, or even a coffin for that matter, wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention.

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” Ethan glanced at Auntie, who was dressed very cozily today, clearly in carefully chosen homey attire. But with her good looks and figure, even in simple clothes, she was always the center of attention.

“Maybe grab me a thicker blanket to cover my legs?”

“Is it that cold?” Scarlett asked, puzzled. Following his request, she fetched a thick blanket from the car and draped it over him. “Let’s go.”

She pushed the wheelchair into the comic con center.

The comic con culture in this city was well-developed and quite bold.

Scarlett was taken aback by the sights, silently remarking how daring the young girls were with their revealing outfits.

Ethan thought to himself, thankfully he had the blanket, or he might have become the center of attention.

“Auntie, sorry to bother you,” a girl in a revealing costume approached them, looking at Scarlett. “Can I take a photo with your son?”

“Uh?” Scarlett looked puzzled.

Ethan’s face darkened.

But seeing that the girl didn’t treat him like a stranger, he didn’t explain anything and agreed to take a photo with her.

The girl leaned in close and hugged his arm.

After the photo.

“Good luck,” the girl said, moved, making a fist pump gesture at Ethan. “You’ll get better.”

“Uh, thanks,” Ethan’s mouth twitched.

Are all girls into anime like this, getting emotional over themselves?

No sooner had the girl left than someone else came running over, also hoping for a photo.

Ethan, not needing to move, couldn’t be bothered to refuse.

He also realized that their pairing was too story-rich: a tender, voluptuous housewife pushing her handsome, delicate disabled son.

Just these elements alone could conjure up all sorts of heart-wrenching tales.

The photo requests didn’t stop.

Later arrivals, not knowing what had transpired, also rushed over to take photos, each inventing their own version of the story.

Like the child’s dying wish was to see his favorite character one last time.

Eventually, it took staff intervention to finally extricate them from the comic con.

They found a nearby restaurant.

“Sorry, Ethan,” Scarlett said, looking embarrassed. “I didn’t expect all that to happen.”

“Heh, no, I had fun,” Ethan said, a plate of salad in front of him. “It’s rare to be the center of attention.”

He was genuinely uncomfortable, being hugged by these women, posed this way and that.

“Mm,” Scarlett reached out, expertly tidying his messy hair.

Ethan had to admit.

In many ways, they seemed more like mother and son, or siblings, than a couple.

After eating.

They went to see the ocean together.

Scarlett pushed the wheelchair, her long hair blowing in the sea breeze, her gaze fixed on the distant waves. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Mm,” Ethan looked at the sea, feeling his mood settle. “Do you like watching the sea, Auntie?”

“Heh,” Scarlett tucked her hair behind her ear. “I always thought, if I had a boyfriend, I’d definitely want to watch the sea with him.”

“Ah?” Ethan was startled.

Scarlett smiled at him. “Close your eyes.”

Ethan’s brain froze for a moment, and he instinctively closed his eyes.

Scarlett studied his face intently, her gaze tender. “Ethan, you’re already a big boy.”

“I’m already an adult,” Ethan murmured with his eyes closed, half-expecting a kiss.

“Yes, you are an adult,” Scarlett said, then leaned in closer.

Ethan felt a kiss on his cheek.

“You can open your eyes now, it’s getting late, let’s go have dinner,” Scarlett said with a smile, pulling out her phone. “I’ll call Blair.”

“Shoot, thought it was going to be on the lips,” Ethan pouted.

“Next time,” Scarlett said, laughing as she tousled his hair.

Dinner was at a nicely decorated little Western restaurant, but inviting Blair meant it wasn’t going to be romantic.

However, just as they had finished ordering.

A beautiful blonde woman pushed open the door and walked straight towards them, smiling.

“Henry?” Ethan’s mouth twitched, noticing that Scarlett was also slightly frowning.