He made a call at five, two more at seven, and now it's almost seven-thirty, but there's still no sign of Summer Ford.
The luxury at Nocturne is astounding, with its dazzling lights, entering here feels like attending a grand feast.
All the guests attending are dressed to the nines.
Ethan Laurent specifically changed his outfit before going out to match tonight's ambiance.
Yet, Summer Ford didn't even bother to show her face.
Ethan's fingertip lightly tapped the screen of his phone, thinking about Summer Ford from last night till today, his brow furrowing repeatedly.
He was never a patient person, waiting for someone in a restaurant, even for ten minutes, had never happened.
Let alone waiting for more than an hour.
Actually, Ethan felt a bit restless, but he didn't leave.
Last night, he was the one who missed their appointment.
...
Summer Ford never took Ethan's calls seriously.
She thought, with Ethan's patience, if he couldn't wait for her, he would just go home.
