He's particularly unrestrained; even during lunch, his hands can't resist fiddling inside her clothes for half the day.
Summer Ford was tense the entire time. She couldn't stand him any longer, stood up, and calmly moved her seat further away from him.
"I have to attend a banquet this evening."
"Isn't that an evening matter?"
"I'm just letting you know in advance."
Ethan Laurent glanced at her nonchalantly and casually asked, "What kind of banquet?"
The launch of Summer Ford's Floral series necklaces was just a few days ago, and Ethan suddenly realized her life seemed far busier than before.
She was someone he had painstakingly supported, yet in just a few short days, her many scheduled activities were already unknown to him.
Ethan suddenly felt this was a problem.
He didn't like her overly busy lifestyle.
"Just a regular banquet, hosted at the house of a senior in the design field, I was invited, just going to show my face." Summer responded simply.
