Ethan POV
I stood at the door, pressing my ear against it.
I could hear her soft whimpers again.
I exhaled.
Doesn’t she like the food?
…Wait.
Why do I even care?
I scoffed at myself and walked straight to my room, dropping on the bed.
A virgin?
I sighed, rubbing my face.
Why did I stop?
I wanted her out of this building. That’s all that matters. So why did that word—virgin—make me stop?
“s**t,” I muttered.
The doorbell rang.
I groaned and dragged myself up, walking to the door. When I opened it, a middle-aged man stood there holding a suitcase.
I raised a brow.
“Good day, sir. I was sent by Mr. Wellington to deliver this to Maya Rivers.”
“And what is that?” I asked.
“Clothes, sir.”
Clothes?
The old man got her clothes?
I scoffed.
He’s really trying so hard, isn’t he?
