Ethan Laurent took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them again, and his voice remained icy cold, "Becoming Mrs. Rousseau isn't just about getting closer to the people of the Laurent Family step by step!"
Summer Ford tightened her grip on the towel, knowing well that his words were sarcastic, yet still didn't defend herself even a bit.
Actually, him hating her wasn't a bad thing.
At least, this way, if their marriage ends in four years, they could part cleanly.
Ethan Laurent looked at her without a change of expression, secretly hoping she might explain herself, but to his surprise, she remained silent from beginning to end.
Was this admission?
This kind of her made his chest suddenly feel a bit stifled.
He wrapped his long arm around her neck, pulling her into his embrace, his voice as cold as ever, "Since you're so desperate to hold onto the position of Mrs. Laurent, show me now!"
His words were a great mockery of her and a strike against her dignity.
