He was looking at the ring finger of Summer Ford's left hand; at this moment she was lifting it to fuss with her hair.
Her ring finger on the left hand was the one she'd always worn her wedding ring on, yet right now it was bare, without any adornment.
She didn't seem to have noticed herself; after coming back she went about everything as if nothing at all had happened.
Ethan Laurent stared at her for quite a while; looking at her like this, a trace of displeasure rose in his eyes.
"Shower together." He didn't ask directly. He strode in, and without caring that she hadn't even started washing her face yet, scooped her up in his arms and headed straight for the shower stall.
Once they stepped into the cubicle, he flicked on the showerhead in one go.
Summer and he were both standing under the spray; the water was cold when it first came on, and it drenched them head-on.
"What's wrong?" Chilled, Summer shivered, her body edging to the side to avoid it.
