A quiet dinner, the two ate in silence, and then Summer Ford went straight upstairs.
Ethan Laurent followed behind her, watching her back without a word and went upstairs with her.
His eyes followed her figure to the balcony, watching her sit down in front of the hanging chair, always observing her reactions.
However, Summer Ford acted as if nothing had happened from beginning to end.
Ethan Laurent sighed and turned to the bathroom.
Sitting on the hanging chair, Summer Ford held Dolly, gently stroking its soft fur, lost in thought.
Her return had nothing to do with still being angry or not.
Their marriage was loveless to begin with, apart from the names together on the marriage certificate, it could almost be said there was no other entanglement.
She shouldn't have had too many expectations of him.
Was it just a marriage of formality? She shouldn't ask for equal return of her trust.
