His actions were rough, Summer Ford was directly shoved inside by him, and the clothes she had just changed into were thoroughly soaked again.
Summer Ford looked at her dripping wet attire and was a bit angry about his behavior.
Ethan Laurent showed no introspection, casually tossed his clothes aside, crossed his long legs into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere, and boldly sat behind her.
"I'm only back for a day or two this time." He lifted a small lock of her hair at the nape of her neck, leaned down to kiss her neck, encircled her with his arms, and murmured, "So, shall we make good use of our time?"
Summer Ford was speechless.
Is this what he meant by "making use of time"?
Ethan Laurent didn't care about her, started undressing her with his hands.
"Finish your bath first, I'll wait for you outside!" Summer Ford had a fear of the bathroom; every time he started, he didn't know when to stop, and her back hurt from pressing.
