His words were questioning her, yet his actions showed no intention of following her opinion at all.
He placed the phone she was holding aside, leaned over to kiss her, and started tearing at her clothes.
In matters like this, he never had much patience, his force was rough, and he grabbed the fabric of her clothes intending to rip it apart.
"Wait!" Summer Ford's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly pressed his hand down.
When interrupted during such acts, Ethan Laurent was usually displeased. He stopped his motions, looked up at her, his gaze cold and sharp, "Give me a reason?"
Summer firmly pressed his hand, her expression a bit uneasy, yet she asked pointedly, "Did you bring something?"
That one sentence made Ethan's expression freeze.
She remembered that incident?
Summer guessed he probably wouldn't carry it with him, discreetly observing his face, she exhaled.
