"You want me to go back?" Ethan Laurent asked in return, not answering directly.
"You're not going back because of me, are you?" Summer Ford ignored his question and asked again.
Her words were purely casual, yet Ethan Laurent seemed stunned. More surprisingly, he didn't deny it, simply raised his brows and asked, "What do you think?"
His tone carried a playful interest as he spoke, his eyes fixed on her.
Summer Ford was lying on his lap, facing upwards, and Ethan Laurent's face was directly above her, their proximity very close.
They locked eyes, and Summer Ford quietly stared at him, as if contemplating his question.
Her eyes were bright, most likely due to the alcohol, glistening and alluring, which made Ethan's heart itch, and his body as well.
Ethan's heart was moved, he leaned in, wanting to kiss her, but Summer Ford's phone suddenly rang.
Tanya Dalton was calling.
