Emerald had never been drugged before, so her body still had some resistance to it. Because of that, she regained consciousness earlier than last time. Her limbs were weak, but her mind was gradually clearing. The man who had kidnapped her was tall. Even in a cleaner's uniform, it was easy to tell he had a strong, well-built physique.
His movements were sharp and precise—definitely not those of an ordinary person.
"Do you like Ethan?"
Other than him, she couldn't think of anyone else.
She steadied her breathing. With her eyes blindfolded, she had no way of knowing what was happening around her. For now, she chose to stay still and not act recklessly. The car swayed slightly as it moved. She was still inside.
If they weren't traveling far, she must not have been unconscious for long. But there was no way to be sure just yet. She shifted her legs slightly and realized the space around her was cramped. That meant she was likely stuffed inside the trunk.
