He was the culprit, and Summer Ford had no patience for him.
Turning her head, she yelled at him irritably, "Get out!"
She was quick to change her attitude; outside, she was still charmingly docile, and now turning her head, her courage seemed to skyrocket.
Ethan Laurent narrowed his eyes, his gaze seemingly deepening.
Summer, acting as if she hadn't seen him, sat on the sofa for a while. Probably fearing that she might accidentally provoke him again, she thought for a moment, stood up, and headed toward the door, "I'll sleep in the room next door tonight."
"Alright." Surprisingly, Ethan agreed readily.
Summer was startled, somewhat doubting if she had heard him wrong.
Ethan just looked at her, his lips curling coldly, without any explanation.
Summer glanced at him uncertainly, then continued walking out of the room.
Her movements were somewhat inconvenient, and when she walked, her waist wouldn't straighten up completely, as if she'd been harshly treated.
