Ethan Howard rushed back to the Capital overnight.
Deep into the night, at the Howard villa.
"Knock knock knock—"
Monica Alston had already gone to bed, but a series of urgent knocking woke her up.
Irritated, she flung off the covers, got out of bed, turned on the light, and, wearing slippers, walked to the door to open it.
Her eyes were still groggy, but the anger on her face completely disappeared when she saw the man standing at the door.
Her face lit up with joy, "Honey, you're back!"
In the past, no matter how late Ethan Howard returned home, he would ignore her.
Now that he was knocking on her own room door, did it mean he was ready to accept her?
Monica Alston was thrilled.
Suddenly, Ethan Howard's furious roar echoed through the villa.
"Monica Alston!"
He glared at the woman before him, reached out to grab her neck, and pinned her against the door, "You really have some nerve!"
