Whatever Summer Ford did or said that did not satisfy Ethan Laurent, he liked to tease her.
Ethan Laurent was in that kind of mood at this moment.
Summer Ford was almost asleep when she suddenly felt his weight pressing down on her. Her eyes flew open, and she was abruptly awakened.
Ethan Laurent, after all, was about six feet two or three, and when he suddenly pressed down on her like that, Summer Ford found it difficult to breathe.
His hand was even more outrageous as it heedlessly slipped inside her clothes, moving with such audacity.
"Don't do this!" Summer Ford, unable to bear him, shrank back in his embrace, trying to evade, yet to no avail.
She lifted her arm to push him away, but Ethan Laurent smoothly guided her hand to encircle his neck.
"I thought you stayed because of me." In the darkness, his voice was low, deep, with a trace of indescribable disappointment.
Summer Ford paused, her clear eyes gazing steady into his, her eyes flickering slightly.
