Late at night, the wind howled like it was trying to rip the world apart. Just as Scarlett was about to black out, a rustling of footsteps echoed in her ears.
"Scarlett, let's get a divorce. There's no point in you doing this anymore."
"I told you, I won't divorce you. Unless I'm dead."
Ethan looked down at her, his eyes cold and unreadable, like he was holding something back. No one could guess what was running through his head at that moment.
After a long pause, when Scarlett finally passed out from the cold, he bent down and carried her inside.
He gently laid her on the bed, tucked her in, and then slipped under the covers himself. His movements were slow and careful as he rubbed her icy hands and feet to warm her up. He didn't stop until the chill finally left her body
