"…What?" Charlotte Shaw's brow furrowed. "Ethan Lockwood?"
Felix Preston gave a faint, humorless smile. "That's right. Ethan Lockwood. He's blocking our car."
"…" Charlotte Shaw found it incomprehensible and was utterly contemptuous. "Is that fucking idiot insane? Why is he running out here stopping cars?"
"Hmph." Felix Preston was amused by her, the frost in his eyes melting slightly. "Silly. He's not here to stop cars. He's looking for someone."
"I'm looking for Sonia Quincy."
The moment Felix Preston finished speaking, Ethan Lockwood, who stood before their car, spoke up abruptly.
"…He's sick in the head." Charlotte Shaw rolled her eyes, speechless.
Felix Preston brought the basket over and placed it beside her, then caressed her cheek. "Charlotte, wait for me. I'll go out and deal with him."
He smiled, and without waiting for Charlotte Shaw's approval, he opened the car door and stepped out.
