To put it bluntly, between a man and a woman, it's just about what happens in bed, yet Ethan Sterling took it seriously, blew it up to this scale, it's really too much.
"This is not a gamble, it's about spoiling my woman." Ethan Sterling sneered at him, "You're alone, you wouldn't understand at all."
"..."
Even at this point, he still has to show off.
Miles Harrington sighed, thought for a moment, got up from the chair, and turned to leave.
Ethan Sterling leaned back, not making a sound to keep him, just sat there, arms crossed, watching Miles Harrington's back, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his arm.
Miles Harrington raised his hand to grip the doorknob, the sound of it turning was particularly loud in the empty space, somewhat harsh.
Ethan Sterling remained seated, not stopping him.
