Summer Ford reflexively wanted to dodge, but couldn't, her face was forcibly straightened by Ethan Laurent.
Summer Ford shifted her gaze, raised the book in her hand to block between the two of them.
Ethan Laurent seemed dissatisfied with her actions, frowned slightly, folded her arm holding the book against her sides, and his lips aimed at hers again, kissing once more.
His kiss was firm, and his breath was hot against her face.
While kissing her, his hand slipped inside her clothes, meddling.
They were still in the corridor at the end of the garden, making Summer Ford feel extremely embarrassed.
"Ethan Laurent, stop it!" She bumped her body against him but couldn't shake him off, so she advised, "Let's talk in the room!"
Ethan Laurent ignored her, still kissing her, his lips seizing hers fiercely, nearly crushing Summer Ford's lips.
Summer Ford winced in pain, her brow furrowed uncomfortably.
