Ethan Laurent felt it was quite ironic, but he didn't argue back. Instead, he replied with a blank expression, "I'll sell it to you, do you want it?"
Sometimes, when he's not angry, he's scarier than when he is.
Even if his words carried no emotion, there was always an inherent authority in them.
Summer Ford wondered to herself, could she afford it?
Even if she did, she'd be the one at a loss.
Rather than argue this point, she changed the subject, "Want a drink? I ordered four cups."
Ethan Laurent reached out a hand toward her.
Summer Ford understood what he meant, picked up a cocktail, and walked over, "Here."
Placing the glass in his hand, she turned to leave but was held back by Ethan Laurent, "Bring everything over, keep me company."
His tone was gentle, without any hint of passion, just a simple request.
Summer Ford figured that he probably wouldn't act like before, so she turned around to bring over all the food the waiter had delivered.
