The sound was coming from a distance from the hospital room, and neither of the two people in the room noticed it.
Summer Ford was ruffled by Ethan Laurent a few times, her clothes disheveled and hair tousled.
"Enough!" She was slightly annoyed at his behavior and climbed off the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, then pressed her lips against his and bit hard.
As she tried to pull away, her head was suddenly held in place by Ethan Laurent.
Summer hesitated slightly, her gaze slowly lifting.
Ethan Laurent's hand held the back of her head, his gaze lazily sweeping over her body, then deepened as he pressed her face closer to him, and his lips met hers in return.
His kiss started with a deep lingering and shallow retreat, then turned into a tender nibbling, entangled with a sense of nostalgia, not as rough as usual, even somewhat gentle.
It's said that cold men, when they become gentle, are fatal!
Ethan Laurent was just that type.
