His voice lacked its usual indifference, and even carried a touch of gentle subtlety, like a breeze. Under the light, his eyes, deep as ink, seemed to ripple with a trace of shallow wave.
Summer Ford stiffly moved her gaze away from his face, refusing to look at him, her attitude still cold, "What does Mr. Laurent want to say?"
Ethan Laurent was most displeased with this title she used, and his expression stiffened a bit when she spoke those three words for the second time.
"If there's nothing you want to say, then just go back early. This is a girls' dormitory; it's inconvenient." Summer Ford turned her face away, broke free from his embrace, walked a few steps to the door intending to open it for him, but suddenly, her wrist was grabbed from behind by Ethan Laurent.
His grip was strong, yet there was a slight distance between them.
The sudden movement made her stagger a bit, and her body inadvertently fell back into his arms.
