Except when they're in bed, they might not even see each other; she's as free as she was before marriage, and she hasn't lost anything!
Moreover, getting married means she won't feel the same oppression as she did living in The Ford Family.
Thinking of this, Summer Ford felt much more relaxed.
Holding a towel, just about to wipe her arms, the door suddenly opened, and Ethan Laurent's face appeared.
Summer Ford was startled and sat up quickly, "Why are you in here?"
"You've been inside for a long time without coming out, so I came to check if you needed any help." Ethan Laurent leaned against the door, his excuse flawlessly composed.
"I don't need it, please leave!" Summer Ford demanded.
"Why? Is there a problem?" Ethan Laurent remained leaning against the door, not moving an inch.
The question stumped Summer Ford.
Indeed, they were married, what's the problem?
Ethan Laurent quietly watched her and then closed the door with his other hand.
The bathroom was filled with mist.
