"Why are you still here?" Summer Ford was so angry with his actions last night that she was grinding her teeth, her attitude very cold.
"Is there a problem with me being in my own home?" Cutting the beef on his plate into small pieces, he looked up at her and asked nonchalantly.
Summer Ford didn't want to argue with him, so she supported her almost-breaking waist and went to the kitchen.
Inside, she made herself a glass of milk, and after coming out and finishing her breakfast silently, without saying a word to him, she directly called Annie to go shopping.
It was the weekend, and at a time like this, she didn't want to stay at home, as someone like Ethan Laurent was too dangerous.
At noon, she received a call from Ethan Laurent, urging her to come back.
"Where are you?" His voice was as cold as ever, as if the man who was sweating over her last night was just an illusion she had conjured.
