"Get out!" The icy two words echoed between the two of them, the voice a deep male bass, as luxuriously rich as torn premium silk.
Only after entering for so long did Summer Ford notice there was someone else in the room, her head jolted up suddenly, and when she saw the face in front of her, her breath caught.
This was a strikingly handsome face, with features so exquisite that they were beyond reproach.
The lines of his face and nose were so perfect that even the best artists couldn't have sketched them out, and the bewitching gaze seemed to draw a person's very soul into it.
His dark eyes were as deep as the ocean, glistening coldly as if a radiance was flowing within, his regal aura evident like that of a night king.
His lips were beautifully shaped, like delicate petals, brilliant in color, rarely could just a pair of lips reach such a level of perfection as to stir one's imagination.
This was a man blessed with divine favor, his demeanor seemingly indifferent, yet so dazzling that he couldn't be stared at directly.
Summer Ford stared at his face repeatedly, driven by the effect of the medicine in her body, suddenly desiring to throw herself forward and kiss him.
However, just as this rush of blood surged, it was pulled back by a loud shout from outside the door, "Summer Ford, come out here!"
"Use more force!" Ronan Ford continued to clamor outside the room, seemingly not intending to stop.
All the reason that was about to drift away in Summer Ford's mind was forcibly reeled back, and she looked helplessly at the man beside her.
"Help me!" Her eyes were filled with helplessness, a pair of panic-stricken eyes like Bambi's, clear and innocent.
She was very nervous, Summer Ford was truly afraid that in the next second, he would push her out.
Seeing Ronan Ford's relentless appearance, if she were to go out just like that, it would certainly be over for her!
She was really close to pleading, yet the man in front of her didn't even let his expression soften, coldly repeating three words to her, "Get out of here!"
His tone was full of disdain, an almost divine sense of untouchability, as if speaking a few more words with her would desecrate him.
Summer Ford didn't expect to encounter someone so heartless; caught between a rock and a hard place, she couldn't move forward or back.
Whatever she did would lead to a bad outcome. She had nothing to fear from him either, raising her chin, she retorted with equally proud posture, "You get out first and show me!"
Ethan Laurent's deep eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold, murderous aura suddenly rising.
Summer Ford shuddered from his gaze, involuntarily stepping back a few steps.
Her hand clutching the doorknob, she wanted to rush out, but considering Ronan waiting outside, she forcibly suppressed the impulse.
Outside the door, after exerting themselves for so long without any response, Ronan Ford, burning with rage, wanted to personally charge in. Just as he raised his hand, as if realizing something, he unexpectedly uttered, "Who lives in this room?"
This single sentence reminded the few staff members outside who had been banging on the door for quite some time.
Their heads suddenly lifted, catching sight of the room number "1573", and they were dumbfounded for a few seconds, sweat starting to drip down.
"Lo... Laurent..." one of the staff stuttered, explaining to him.
"Which Laurent?" Ronan Ford was initially stunned, and then realizing, his face turned ghastly pale, "Rousseau International?"