Summer Ford didn't know what that look in his eyes meant. She stared at him suspiciously, puzzled, but didn't think much of it.
"I still have to work overtime on some translation materials." Coming upstairs, she dropped a sentence, holding a large pile of company documents, and headed to the study.
Ethan Laurent didn't stop her and went straight into the bedroom.
Summer Ford spent quite a while in the study.
When she came out, it was already eleven o'clock.
She opened the bedroom door, intending to walk in, and unexpectedly found the room was lit only by candlelight.
Ethan Laurent was sitting on the sofa by the window, wearing a bathrobe.
It was pure white, loosely worn, with the belt tied casually, lazy yet sexy.
He held a glass of wine in his hand, and his gaze was directed at her.
He seemed to be waiting especially for her, looking casual and laid-back.
