Summer Ford's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she tried to evade his gaze.
Ethan Laurent held her head steady with one hand and restrained her shoulder with the other, confining her.
Summer Ford's long eyelashes fluttered briefly, and her closed eyes suddenly opened.
She stared at him blankly, her gaze seemingly filled with confusion.
Seeing her like this, Ethan Laurent raised his brow, ready to anticipate her next move.
Summer Ford had a habit formed under pressure at the Ford Family, where she'd wake up groggy and her immediate reaction was often to slap, a pattern Ethan Laurent had witnessed.
Ethan Laurent was wary of this habit.
As he watched her silently, he was guessing which hand she might raise, but unexpectedly, Summer Ford merely said in a soft voice, "Next time, don't do this when I'm asleep."
Her words were an implicit acceptance, a tacit indulgence in his actions.
