Howard carried her to a room on the third floor and then put her down.

Before she could stand still, he threw his arm around her slender waist and teased, "Great performance there, what reward do you want?"

She rolled her eyes and reached out her index finger to push him away.

By associating the will mentioned by Amanda at the dining table and the conversation between John and him, Summer got a general understanding of Howard's personality. He was 70% cold, 80% frivolous, 90% scheming, and 100% dashing.

By nature, he should be a good man. At least, he didn't leave her to sink or swim.

Therefore, she relaxed a little and ridiculed in an exaggerated tone, "Speaking of performance, I'm inferior to you, Mr. Tran. Your acting skills are smooth and coherent."

Howard sat on the sofa, picked up a magazine from the tea table, and spoke blandly, "Likewise."

Then there came a knock on the door, "Sir, the stomach medicine and hot milk are ready."

The couple flattering each other sanctimoniously exchanged looks.

Summer immediately lay down on the bed and moaned in pain while Howard slowly opened the door before taking the medicine and milk.

"Get up and drink up the milk. We still have a business to do."

He gently shoved Summer who was still putting on a show with her eyes closed.

"Business? What business?" Her alert was up.

Ignoring her question, Howard grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the cloakroom.

Tran's house was so big.

She found the room big enough to have a king-size bed, a sofa, and bookshelves.

But the cloakroom was even bigger. There was a neat row of custom suits, a neat row of white and light blue shirts, and a dozen pairs of shiny leather shoes…

In the drawer of the cabinet lay a neat layer of ties and an exquisite brocade box full of various cufflinks. The second layer lay a dozen watches, each of which was packed with a brocade box.

Summer rubbed her eyes, thinking it was her illusion.

Was this really a man's cloakroom?

How could a man's cloakroom be so neat, luxurious, dazzling… and…?

She could not find other words to describe it.

Howard selected a white shirt, handed it to her, and slightly raised his head as a signal for her to go into the opposite door.

"What, why do you give me the clothes? But… this is for men." Summer was baffled.

"Go in there and take a shower."

"A… shower? What… what do you want?"

"Miss Pratt, do you sleep without taking baths every day?" Howard was full of disdain.

Summer pursed her lips, took the clothes, pushed open the door, and got in.

The bathroom was very spacious. She could not argue about that.

The wedding makeup today made her uncomfortable. Usually, she didn't wear any makeup.

In a hurry, she locked up the door, cautiously pressed her ear against the door, heard no sounds, and then felt at ease to take a bath.

After a long day, she would like to take a comfortable bath and put all things aside.

The shampoo of the rich was super fragrant. While taking the shower, Summer was blowing the bubbles to have fun.

Just then, there came a rat-tat from the door.

"Who is that?" She stopped moving nervously.

"Are you a snail? Do it quickly and come out!" She could sense the impatience in his voice even across the door.

Summer rolled her eyes and continued to bathe slowly, "All girls take slow showers. Mr. Tran, you look like in your thirties. Haven't you waited for a bathing girl before?"

Getting no response from outside, Summer smirked, "In terms of arguing, I have few rivals? Humph… how dare you rush me! I have all the time to let you wait."