Ethan Laurent was showering in the bathroom, the sound of water splashing.
He was actually trying to test her reaction, but didn't expect her to remain so composed from start to finish.
He soaked in the bathroom for a long time, and when he came out, Summer Ford was still sitting on the sofa.
Her gaze persistently followed his movements, staring at him quietly.
Ethan Laurent's expression was cold and solemn, he casually dried his hair and then went straight to bed.
Summer Ford was not afraid of him, having held back earlier, she knew he wouldn't do anything afterward.
She took a few steps towards the bedside, intending to lie down directly, when Ethan Laurent suddenly flipped over and pinned her beneath him.
Summer Ford was slightly startled, and calmly asked back, "What's wrong?"
He looked at her, lazily, and slowly asked, "Why are you so opposed to doing this lately?"
Summer Ford was stunned, her gaze slightly disordered, "It's just tonight, I'm not in the mood."
