Zoe Ellsworth let go and stood up, glaring down at her. "Well, old hag? Tell me. You think I don't have the guts to hit you?"
Mrs. Marshall's hair was a total mess, no different from a bird's nest.
Sitting on the floor, she glared at Jean Grant in a flustered rage. "You just stood there and watched me get hit! What good is a daughter-in-law like you to my son?!"
Jean Grant completely ignored her. "Zoe, come inside and have a seat."
The two of them bypassed her and went into the room.
In truth, all Mrs. Marshall could do was curse to let off steam. She didn't dare call the police, afraid of the humiliation she'd face if the fact that she had hired a gigolo got out.
**
When Ethan Ellsworth returned to the hotel, Chloe Marshall was still in bed.
He opened the door and saw her lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Get up, you idiot. I brought you breakfast."
