Ethan Laurent's peripheral vision subtly shifted, his gaze quietly studying her, even deliberately glancing at the hand she placed on her stomach.
Summer Ford felt a pang in her heart from his gaze, her eyes turned, her body leaned into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Carry me back!"
Ethan Laurent paused slightly, raised his eyebrows.
Summer's body leaned further into his arms, she brazenly rubbed against him.
She was afraid Ethan would drag her away forcefully, leaving her without an excuse to defend herself.
Ethan Laurent's gaze was solemn as he quietly stared at her.
Sacrificing even color/appearance, what is she trying to hide?
"What's wrong?" Summer pushed him slightly.
"Nothing." Ethan snapped back to reality, faintly tugged the corner of his mouth, and lifted her horizontally.
She was already thin, holding her felt like she had no weight at all.
Ethan lowered his gaze to her small face, his heart was tenderly tugged by something soft.
