The dining table was round, and to easily reach the food, Summer Ford sat very close to him.
She probably hadn't even noticed, but their bodies were touching.
Seeing Ethan Laurent just staring at her, she froze for a moment.
Her eyes awkwardly followed his gaze down, noticing their bodies pressed together, and her expression became slightly uncomfortable.
"I'll sit across from you!" She abruptly stood up, holding her plate, and nonchalantly returned to her previous seat.
Yet, while eating, with the swing rocking back and forth, she still felt quite unsettled.
Why should all the hard work she put into preparing breakfast all morning benefit him in the end?
Throughout breakfast, Summer Ford ate with a feeling of deep discomfort.
After breakfast, while Ethan Laurent was inside the house getting something, her eyes drifted to the sofa he had been sitting on, and she walked over in a few steps.
