Ethan Sterling's throat couldn't help but move up and down, the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice seemed like a raging fire, making his whole body heat up.
Every cell in his body seemed to rush toward a certain point in an instant, which was very odd!
Damn it!
Ethan suddenly dropped his hand and ran out, somewhat embarrassed. He stumbled so much he didn't even have time to put his feet into his slippers, as if there was a ferocious beast in the room!
Finally, he was away!
It hurts!
Seraphina Redgrave moved her wrist and slowly sat up. She cautiously left the room, tiptoeing like a cat stealing food, arriving at the stairs. A large potted plant beside her perfectly concealed her figure, allowing her to observe the downstairs area perfectly.
In the lobby downstairs, Nathan Ayers stood with a serious face in front of Theodore Prescott, holding the clothes styled for Ethan Sterling—a simple yet elegant black coat paired with a classic white shirt.
