Summer Ford was taken aback, her spine stiffened, and she stopped walking.
Was he trying to tell her that he was totally sure of what he was doing?
Ethan Laurent didn't explain much either, and passed by her heading straight into the house.
Summer Ford lingered where she was, her gaze fixed on his back, watching him slowly disappear in the Nocturne, her eyebrows knitted tightly.
Why did he need to specially explain to her?
She stood in the garden for a long time, and by the time she went inside, Ethan Laurent had already gone upstairs.
He seemed to be showering, the sound of the water audible as she walked down the hallway.
As Summer Ford was about to reach the bedroom door, she hesitated between the guest room and the master bedroom, but still pushed open the bedroom door and entered.
Her footsteps were naturally quiet, and whether Ethan Laurent didn't notice or simply didn't care whether she was there, he came out after the shower without covering himself with clothes.
