The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 567

Leilani had other things to do and never intended to ride in the ambulance anyway. It was just a brief statement; it shouldn't take long, right?

She had just turned around to follow the beat cop when she heard someone call out from behind.

"Leilani?"

The voice was deep, familiar, yet tinged with uncertainty.

Leilani turned her head, meeting a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes. The man standing before her wore a police uniform. He was tall with broad shoulders, his features sharply defined and rugged, exuding a striking sense of righteous authority.

She froze for a moment. "You are..."

The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly. "It's me. Ethan Jenkins."

Leilani blinked as memories flooded back. It took her a long moment to pull up the recollection associated with that name from her distant past. It was from before she had been recognized and brought back to the Sloan family, back when she still lived in the countryside. He was the tall boy from next door to the old house, the one who always came back during summer vacation to visit his grandmother.

Realization dawned on her. "You're... Nancy's grandson?"

Ethan chuckled. "I'm surprised you remember. It's been years."

He looked her up and down, his gaze landing on her slightly disheveled hair and rolled-up sleeves, a flash of admiration in his eyes. "That first aid earlier—very professional."

Leilani offered a faint smile, opting not to comment.

The young beat cop, still waiting to take Leilani's statement, muttered quietly, "Ethan, who is this...?"

Those eyes.

He remembered them.

He had seen those exact eyes years ago, in the courtyard of that old country house. The quiet little girl who was always reading a book used to look at him with that same steady gaze.

Only back then, Leilani had still carried a youthful innocence, the corners of her eyes curving into little crescents when she smiled.

Now, her features were sharper, her jawline defined and striking. Her beauty was no longer the softness of a young girl, but a piercing, radiant allure—like a frost-tempered blade, stunning yet unapproachable.

Ethan subconsciously took a step forward, his Adam's apple bobbing. Seeing the person he had thought about for so long suddenly appear in reality, he hadn't been able to stop himself from calling out her name.