An action made Summer Ford pause for a moment.
She glanced at his hand resting on the crook of her arm, feeling somewhat lost.
Coming here in the middle of the night, bringing her snacks, and even staying the night with her—since when had he become so considerate?
Tonight, Ethan Laurent brought many surprises to Summer Ford.
She didn't understand his behavior now, but she didn't think too much about it.
Her head rested on his shoulder, just about to close her eyes and rest, but as if remembering something, she turned her head to look behind them.
She was afraid the old man would suddenly come out and catch them, her gaze was still cautious.
Ethan Laurent glanced at her coldly, and said flatly, "Don't worry, no one will be up at midnight to check on you."
His words were always like this, without warmth, chilling like a breeze sweeping over an icy lake, always giving a cool and heavy feeling.
