My stunning young aunt

Chapter 1: The Charming Aunt Ella"Ethan Cole, male, 24 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 155 pounds, handsome with a sunny demeanor, graduated from the nursing program at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA), and is a new graduate." "In good health, patient, skilled in hands-on work, and competent for various nursing-related roles." On a weekend, at the talent market in downtown Los Angeles, Ethan put away his last resume—once again, he had found nothing. Nursing was originally a popular field in the U.S. job market, but most employers, especially private ones, preferred female nurses, always assuming young women were more careful and considerate.Ethan was from a small town in Ohio. He had covered his four years of college tuition entirely with federal student loans, and his living expenses by tutoring, handing out flyers on Hollywood film sets, and working part-time in a supermarket selling daily necessities. The average monthly salary in his hometown was only $2,000. His father had been suffering from a chronic illness for years, and his mother did odd jobs to supplement the family income. Every month, Ethan would regularly send back $500 as a small gesture of his care.As graduation approached, two paths lay ahead of him: either stay in Los Angeles to find a stable job, or return to his hometown to take a low-paying community nursing position. Currently, he was interning at a well-known public hospital in Los Angeles, earning only $2,300 a month. His daily work was so trivial it was frustrating—making beds, cleaning treatment rooms, wiping down the nurses' station and medicine cabinets. He also had to pick up packages and buy lunch for his preceptor (each teacher had different dietary requirements: some wanted low-carb, others gluten-free), and even handle patient complaints. His preceptor was always finding fault with him, no matter how hard he tried.Worse still, he had to start repaying his student loans this month. At the same time, his university dormitory lease was expiring, so he had to pay extra for rent. His monthly salary of over $2,000 was simply not enough to make ends meet. "Do I really have to take those high-paying but unrespectable odd jobs?" Ethan was lost in thought when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder."Ethan? Is that really you!" He turned around and saw Chloe White, a senior from his university. Chloe had graduated two years before him and now worked at a private clinic. She seemed to come from a well-off family, as she drove a Mercedes SUV."Hi, Senior Chloe," Ethan smiled."Are you job hunting too?" Chloe glanced at the resume in his hand and immediately understood. "Didn't you get a full-time offer from the public hospital internship?"Ethan nodded. "I'm still waiting for news, but even if I get converted to a full-time position, the salary is only $3,500—it's not enough to live on."Chloe's eyes lit up. She took out her phone and handed it to him. "Look at this—my aunt's job posting."Clearly displayed on the screen was: *Hiring a Private Nurse (Male Preferred), Nursing experience preferred, Monthly salary: $10,000*. Ethan's eyes instantly brightened—$10,000 was more than enough for him to repay his loans, pay the rent, send more money home, and even save up some funds for future entrepreneurship."This is my aunt, Ella White," Chloe swiped her phone, and a photo popped up. "She needs someone to take care of her daily life. It says 'nurse,' but it's more like a helper who can assist with miscellaneous tasks. You know nursing—you're perfect for this."In the photo, a woman wearing a vintage silk dress leaned against the railing of a villa's terrace, holding a feather fan. The setting sun shone on her, highlighting her shapely figure and charming presence. Chloe was 26 years old, so Ethan had assumed her aunt would be at least 40. But the Ella in the photo looked no more than her early thirties—with fair skin and an elegant temperament."My aunt is wealthy, but she's a bit fussy," Chloe added. "She's been single all these years and doesn't like socializing. But she's a good person—she just has trouble with her legs and needs help. I mentioned you to her, told her you're honest and reliable, and a top graduate in nursing. She was very interested. Oh, and you only need to intern at the hospital for three more months to get converted—are you willing to give that up?"Ethan didn't hesitate. "Of course. A $10,000 monthly salary, and taking care of one person is definitely easier than taking care of a group.""Then let's go right now!" Chloe pulled him into the car. "Aunt Ella is in Beverly Hills—we can go for the interview right away."Half an hour later, the Mercedes drove into the villa area of Beverly Hills. Looking at the detached villa in front of him—complete with a swimming pool, lawn, and private garage—Ethan couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Would such a wealthy employer look down on him, a poor student from a small town? But Chloe was full of confidence. She pulled him into the villa.The living room was as luxurious as a movie set—with a crystal chandelier, leather sofas, and what seemed to be famous paintings hanging on the walls. Before Ethan could take a closer look, he was led to the study."Aunt, I brought him!"In the study, Ella White was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a white spaghetti-strap loungewear dress. The thin fabric was semi-transparent, outlining her shapely figure. Compared to her bright and glamorous appearance in the photo, she looked more cool and aloof in person. Her skin was so fair it was almost dazzling, her collarbones delicate, and one of the dress straps had slipped slightly, revealing an alluring curve. Ethan only glanced at her twice before his face turned bright red to the tips of his ears. He quickly lowered his head."Aunt, this is Ethan," Chloe began praising him without waiting for a response. "He's a top graduate in the nursing department—honest, loyal, good-looking, and capable of physical work. He can do everything a female nurse can, and even handle things they can't."Ella's gaze fell on Ethan, her voice cool and calm. "What's your name?""Ethan Cole," he replied instinctively. He looked up, and his eyes accidentally swept across Ella's chest. His heart skipped a beat, and he almost nosebleed—he realized Ella didn't seem to be wearing a bra at home."Come here," Ella stretched out her hand, gesturing for him to approach.Ethan swallowed hard and walked over to her."Squat down, and roll up your sleeves," she said.Ethan did as he was told, revealing his strong forearms. Ella reached out and squeezed his forearms and biceps. The soft, smooth touch of her fingertips made Ethan's heart tremble."Do you work out regularly?" she asked."Occasionally, at the community gym," Ethan's voice was a little hoarse. He didn't dare to let his gaze linger, so he let it wander aimlessly—if he looked up, he saw her collarbones and the view of her chest; if he looked down, he saw her fair long legs and her jade-like feet in silk slippers."How many pounds can you lift with one hand?""About 65 to 70 pounds," he answered."Good," Ella nodded. "Chloe should have told you—the monthly salary is $10,000, and there's no social security or insurance. Since this isn't a formal company, you'll need to buy your own medical insurance and pension insurance. Your job duties include taking care of my daily needs, doing some of the villa's housework, and occasionally helping me with trivial matters. Can you accept that?""Yes!" Ethan agreed immediately.Ella called out to someone outside the door: "Megan, take him to sign the contract."A middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform walked in and handed Ethan a contract. Ethan skimmed through it quickly—the terms were clear, with no hidden traps. He signed it right away.