The Boy's Wishes

Helena's hair stood on end as she gazed into a pair of cold, amber eyes.

"Ethan?" Helena's lips murmured softly.

Her eyes widened. She stared at the figure before her, her mouth agape.

"You lascivious woman!" the man cursed with a cold, hoarse tone. "Get off!"

Helena suddenly realized how awkward her position was, a woman on top. She hastily stood up, still in a state of confusion.

Was she too drunk? Was she too horny and imagining that the man in front of her was Ethan?

But how could Ethan look at her with such condescension and coldness? Ethan's tone would never be that rough with her.

"This kid was bitten by a snake," the man said, snapping Helena out of her reverie.

Helena's attention shifted, and she immediately remembered that Raphael was lying by the bathing pool. "Liar! I didn't hear any screams!"