Summer Ford left the table and went straight to the washroom.
Just as she arrived, Ethan Laurent followed closely behind.
Summer turned her head to look at him, quietly guessing his purpose for coming over.
Was it a coincidence or was there an ulterior motive?
"Why are you here?" Summer looked at him calmly, her eyes somewhat guarded.
"Is that not allowed?" Ethan glanced at her stoically, then casually entered the men's washroom.
Summer was momentarily choked by his words but didn't pay it much heed.
Once inside the washroom, she tidied up her clothes, intentionally delaying, thinking Ethan should have left by now, before coming out.
To her surprise, she bumped right into Ethan who was outside adjusting his collar.
His slender neck slightly raised as he loosened his collar, his gaze suddenly shifted towards her.
Summer pretended not to see him, turned to leave, but he unexpectedly grabbed her wrist from behind.
