Summer Ford didn't look back and went upstairs directly.
Back in the room, she lifted the blanket and got into bed, not waiting for him to return. She held a pillow and continued sleeping.
In a drowsy state, just about to fall asleep, the door to the room was opened, one side of the bed sank, and Ethan Laurent's presence followed.
His presence was very warm, just being this close, it was as if a warm breeze suddenly enveloped Summer Ford, making his presence distinctly felt, but her eyes remained closed.
Ethan Laurent didn't believe she was asleep at all.
In such a short time, how could she possibly be asleep?
With a long arm extended, he scooped her body over, placing her by his side, his arms improperly wrapped around her from behind.
Summer Ford's body tensed sensitively, her elbow suddenly stretched out.
Seemingly a casual movement, but silently pushing him away.
Ethan Laurent's lips curled into a disdainful curve, showing scorn for her action.
