At this moment, Ethan Laurent seemed relaxed and laid-back, shedding his usual indifference, replaced by an indescribable charm.
Leaning lazily against the door, his gaze was leisurely directed at her, as if he had no intention of letting her go.
Summer Ford had just used an excuse to get rid of him, not expecting him to take it seriously, momentarily unsure of how to respond.
But letting the water flow wasn't a big deal.
"Okay, I'll help you." She walked towards him step by step, passed by him, and approached the bathtub.
"Done." She turned on the showerhead, watching the warm water gradually flow in, took a towel from beside her to wipe her wet hands, and then turned to leave. When she reached the door, she was blocked by Ethan Laurent.
"I'll wash later!" Assuming he wanted to pull her in, she raised an arm to hold it between them, her expression somewhat flustered.
Since they got married, the bathroom seemed to have always been a dangerous place.
