Ethan Laurent didn't explain, but instead led her inside the cabin.
Their final stop was the deck, and by the time they arrived, it had already been decorated.
A circle of orange fairy lights illuminated the railing, their hazy glow gently spilling over, making the night even more enchanting.
At the bow of the deck was a small table; when they arrived, it was already set with some food and red wine. The candlelight beside the table flickered, clearly prepared in advance.
Summer Ford paused, not expecting him to bring her to such a place.
She stared at the yacht for a moment, surprised by his arrangement.
She didn't think Ethan Laurent was someone who understood romance, as they were only in a hidden marriage, and he had no obligation to be romantic with her.
"Let's go!" she was lost in thought when suddenly his voice pierced through.
His voice, cool as ever, with a hint of detachment, snapped Summer Ford out of her reverie.
Just as she thought!
This is his real self!
