Summer Ford stared at him for a long time, her gaze curious.
Ethan Laurent didn't find anything wrong with his words, tightening his hold on her arm slightly, then suddenly doing something that surprised Summer Ford.
His hand rested on her flat stomach, caressing gently, as if feeling something.
Summer Ford's body stiffened, quietly watching his actions, her face turning slightly pale.
At first, she thought she might have slipped up, and he had noticed something.
However, his hand just stayed there without doing anything more.
Summer Ford felt she might have overthought it; maybe he just liked the feel of it.
Didn't he often touch her skin like this?
Ignoring his actions, Summer Ford steadied her expression, scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to his lips, "Try it!"
She was trying to distract him.
Ethan Laurent leaned forward to taste the soup she offered, pursed his lips, "Not bad."
