"Brother Ethan?" Jesslyn Derei's voice followed, along with the sound of her approaching footsteps.
Ethan Jenkins suddenly opened his hazy eyes.
"Brother Ethan? What's wrong with you?"
Ethan Jenkins hurriedly pulled out the needle and threw the syringe into the dark corner beneath the cabinet.
By the time Jesslyn Derei stepped into the washroom, he had already stood up and quickly turned on the faucet.
The rushing sound of water masked his rapid breathing.
"Brother Ethan." Jesslyn Derei looked at Ethan Jenkins's back, "I thought you had gone somewhere, it scared me to death."
She truly had a psychological shadow now, fearing that Brother Ethan would suddenly abandon her again.
Ethan Jenkins turned around, his face regaining composure.
His handsome lips curved into a gentle smile, "I just got up to use the restroom."
The bathroom had a warm light on.
The warm yellow light shone on Ethan Jenkins's delicate and handsome face, hiding his pale complexion.
