"No need to feel wronged, no need, I'm fine at home, you don't have to worry about me!" Summer Ford kept explaining, pressing down on his hand as he was tidying things up.
"Is that so?" Ethan Laurent tapped his fingertips on his knee twice, seemingly contemplating.
"Yes!" Summer Ford straightened up, her eyes full of sincerity.
She thought she had convinced him, but after a moment of silence, he said, "Then let's spend this month at home!"
A flock of crows flew over Summer Ford's head. No matter what she said, it seemed wrong, and suddenly she didn't know how to argue anymore.
"Go change!" Ethan Laurent's gaze swept over her briefly, and after a moment of jest, his face returned to its usual indifferent demeanor.
That feeling, as if those words didn't come from his own mouth.
"Are we going somewhere?" Summer Ford, still anxious about the honeymoon, asked casually.
