His hand still lingered on her belly, moving slowly.
He had directly slipped his hand into her robe; there was no barrier between the two of them.
This intimacy, Summer Ford could clearly feel the warmth of his palm, slightly calloused but incredibly warm.
Summer Ford was silent for a long time, forcing back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes, calming her emotions, her gaze slightly turned aside, her voice very faint, "You're overthinking. Those were just words spoken casually. In that situation, I thought that might help you somewhat."
"Spoken casually?" Ethan Laurent stared at her intensely, somewhat disbelieving of her words.
"Everything I said was true, believe it or not." Summer Ford turned her back to him, no longer looking at him.
Behind her, there was dead silence.
She could feel that Ethan Laurent was still watching her.
She could even feel the heat of his gaze.
Cold, sharp, and full of anger.
This matter, she spoke so lightly of it?
