If Summer Ford's hand was touched by someone else, he would scrub her hand until it turned red.
If it was her lips, even if they hadn't been touched at all, he would bruise her lips until they were swollen and red.
If any other part of her body was touched, he would wash her entire body thoroughly, even if it was just a simple hug!
Summer Ford had just been unconscious after drowning for so long; now, whenever she touched water, her stomach churned with nausea, almost to the point of vomiting.
Ethan Laurent didn't care and continued washing her body on his own.
His actions were rough, and Summer's skin was naturally delicate, so the skin on her shoulder had already turned red.
Ethan seemed oblivious, his cold eyes fixed on her body, still washing her.
"Ethan Laurent, enough!" Summer couldn't take it anymore, pushed him away, and stood up from the water, grabbing a towel from the side to wrap around herself.
