She spoke indifferently, as if disliking the idea of the two sharing a room.
Ethan Laurent's face darkened, and he walked toward her in a few quick steps.
"Continue tomorrow!" He glanced at the drawing paper in her hand, bent down to pick it up, and placed it aside casually.
"You interrupted my train of thought!" Summer Ford raised her face to look at him, casting a playful glance.
"All the better, we can sleep now." Ethan Laurent's lips curved upwards with a cold elegance, effortlessly picking her up and carrying her toward the bed.
As they reached the bed, intending to toss her directly onto it, Summer Ford panicked and broke free from him, standing up, "But I haven't showered yet!"
"Then go shower!" Ethan Laurent gestured toward the bathroom, surprisingly agreeable at the moment.
Summer Ford turned around and approached the wardrobe, opening it to randomly grab a pair of pajamas before heading to the bathroom.
