"I only found out shortly after you left." Ethan Laurent explained casually, his peripheral vision once again falling on his shirt, gesturing for her to continue.
Summer Ford lowered her head lightly, helping him button two more buttons, then looked at the shirt on him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He knew she'd have to face Rhys Sullivan, so he should have guessed she wouldn't be able to handle it this time.
He's getting ready to go out now. Could it be for this matter?
Realizing this issue, Summer Ford suddenly raised her head again, "Are you planning to go now?"
"Yeah." Ethan replied to her inattentively.
The nonchalant reply made Summer Ford's actions freeze instantly, her expression solidifying for a few seconds.
Going is one thing, but why did he have to change his clothes specially?
Even changing clothes aside, why would he wear such a dazzling and flashy white?
