Ethan Jenkins walked into the restroom, leaned wearily against the wall and let out a long sigh.
He felt very frail now, and just walking a short distance made him feel incredibly tired.
In the Private Room earlier, though he had appeared calm, he was constantly on edge, worried that a single movement or a glance would betray him to Lucas Griffin.
Lucas Griffin was too difficult to handle.
Ethan Jenkins moved to the sink and stared at the mask reflected in the mirror.
Thinking of Amanda's disappointed eyes, a heavy weight seemed to press on his chest, suffocating him.
And then there was Derei…
He had scared her after all.
However, it was the first time he had spoken to Amanda since he returned.
Compared to over seven years ago, Amanda had matured a lot, turning into a tall and graceful young woman.
If he could, he really wanted to hug her, to tell her, "Forgive me for coming back late."
"You are Ethan Jenkins," a voice devoid of emotion came from behind Ethan.
