At that moment, a car was speeding toward the city center as if flying. Julian Sterling's hands had already been hastily treated and bandaged by Ethan Caldwell using a first-aid kit. Julian sat in the back seat, burying himself deep into Ethan's chest, his voice whining softly: "Ethan..."
His voice was limp and laced with a hint of grievance, the words slurring together stickily. It sounded both resentful and clinging. Whether due to his natural timbre or the drugs, the final syllable tilted upward, brushing against the heartstrings like a feather. It was as pitiful as it was seductive.
That voice was simply too provocative. It was enough to make Helen Lloyd, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, feel the urge to cover her ears.
Would she end up getting fired by the boss for listening to this later?
