Ethan Laurent's gaze shot towards her, incredulous that she actually agreed.
The person who fell asleep with him in the home theater last night actually agreed!
Summer Ford glanced at him lightly without providing any explanation.
Hugging the bedsheet, she got on the bed, curled up into a ball, and slept facing away from him.
Ethan Laurent stared at her back for a long time, his gaze as cold as the wind in an icy landscape, yet he ultimately did nothing.
He didn't go after her; he targeted Celeste Sterling!
The next day was a regular workday.
Summer Ford seemed unconcerned about the conflict between them. After getting up in the morning, she surprisingly found herself in the mood to go to the kitchen to prepare lunch to bring to Rousseau.
However, she only prepared a single serving.
"Not mine?" Ethan Laurent took a few steps into the kitchen, leaned over to glance at the packed lunchbox.
"No." Summer Ford replied crisply.
