He had imagined countless possibilities upon his return, but never thought she could still be so calm.
So calm that it seemed like his indulging of other women had nothing to do with her.
This side of her made Ethan Laurent feel a sudden burst of anger in his chest.
Even when provoked to this extent, she could act as if nothing had happened. Should he say her mental strength was way too strong or that she was too cold and indifferent?
Ethan Laurent irritably pulled at his tie around the collar, casually tossed it aside, stood up, and headed upstairs.
His steps seemed furious, each step heavy, even though he was wearing soft-soled slippers on the stairs, the sound was still thumping.
Summer Ford sat on the sofa, watching his departing figure without showing any emotion, not understanding what she might have said wrong.
A night of cold war.
