"Let go of me!" Concerned about their surroundings, Summer Ford's wrist twitched in his grip.
Ethan Laurent ignored her and dragged her toward his room.
"Ethan Laurent, let go of my hand!" Summer Ford weakly struggled in his grasp. The hallway was very quiet at this time, and not wanting to alert anyone in the house, she dared not raise her voice.
Ethan ignored her words, leading her to his room. He kicked the door open, entered, locked the door behind him, took a few steps to the bedside, and tossed her onto the bed, his body swiftly pressing down on her.
With his arms on either side of her body, hovering above her, his gaze was cold and deep, "Since you're already in this house, shouldn't you do what your role demands?"
The meaning of his words was instantly clear to Summer Ford.
Staring at him in shock, her face turned ashen, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the sheets beneath her.
