Jesslyn Derei saw the thing under the pillow and suddenly got a shock.
After sleeping over it for several nights, she had no idea that under Brother Ethan's pillow, there had always been a handgun!
Over these years, had he always been sleeping with a handgun under his pillow?!
Jesslyn Derei reached out and picked up the handgun.
She couldn't imagine what Brother Ethan had been doing all these years, to be so cautious even in his sleep.
"Put it down!"
A hoarse reprimand suddenly rang out.
Jesslyn Derei was so startled that her hand trembled, and the handgun fell to the ground with a clatter.
She spun around and saw Ethan Jenkins standing at the door, his expression one of angry indignation.
"Who allowed you to mess with my things!"
Ethan's eyes were dark as he walked toward Jesslyn Derei.
During the two days Jesslyn Derei had been staying here, he hadn't used his wheelchair.
He didn't want to appear useless and disabled in front of Jesslyn Derei.
