When the door quietly opened, the Marshall Stanmore speakers inside were still playing an upbeat dance track, reflecting the mood of the owner—likely cheerful.
Ethan furrowed his brows. He had made a special detour to check on her, curious about what she was up to.
In the scene he had imagined, she would have eagerly seen him off, asking him what time he'd be back, or maybe sent him a message to remind him to take care of himself, perhaps even making him a hangover soup.
But this woman didn’t do any of that. She seemed completely unaffected.
She had truly mastered the art of being affectionate at night but strangers by day.
It was often said that men separate s*x and love, but this woman had made Ethan feel what those women—who complained about not meeting the right man—despised in ot
