Summer Ford was trembling slightly with anger.
Is he playing word games with her?
Summer Ford stared at him for a long time, wanting to find more excuses.
However, considering that overreacting might only make him more suspicious, she held back the impulse.
Calming herself down, she walked towards him, step by step.
Without causing a fuss with him, under Ethan Laurent's slightly paused gaze, she suddenly knelt on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled down his face, leaned up, and actively pressed her lips against his, rubbing against his lips.
"Promises can't even be kept for a month?" Without confronting him directly, she lifted the corners of her lips, faintly mocking.
Ethan Laurent's eyes narrowed slightly.
Clasping her delicate chin with his fingertips, his lips curved beautifully, "Why is it that whenever you take the initiative, I always feel something's off?"
Summer Ford's expression froze.
