But this time, she didn't defend herself at all, not even a single explanation.
Ethan Laurent closed his eyes, not knowing how long he had been sitting in the car, his mind full of Summer Ford's recent look.
Nocturne, deepening by the minute.
Since Ethan Laurent parked the car there, he hadn't left.
He thought a lot; marrying Summer Ford wasn't something that happened just overnight, he understood her personality quite well.
He felt she wouldn't have gone silent for no reason.
For someone to be rumored about like this and not explain, in his view, there were only two possibilities: either she didn't care, or she scorned the thought of explaining.
But given Summer Ford's usual character of clearing up small misunderstandings, he felt that with something this big, she couldn't possibly disdain explanation.
The other possibility was that she was hurt, and had become disheartened...
