"I'm fine..." Vivian lowered her head and looked at Ethan Hayes's hand gripping her arm tight. His hand was warm, with a faint dampness of sweat. His palm was pressed against her skin, and in this slightly chilly early-summer night, it inexplicably calmed the panic that had been rising in her heart.
"Well now, a guest is a guest. Since you're Director York's guest, we shouldn't be blocking the door and keeping people out, right?" The burly man who was called Boss looked at the scene in front of him and let out a snide, mocking laugh. "Young man, hurry on in. Let's close the door—wouldn't be good if we disturb the other neighbors."
After saying that, the big man shifted his body a little, leaving a path for Vivian and Ethan to pass.
Ethan frowned, turned his head to glance at Vivian, and said in a low voice, "What's going on? Do you need to call the police?"
