Ethan Laurent listened to the dial tone on the phone, holding his mobile and savoring Summer Ford's recent words, his thin lips lightly pressing together.
A surprise?
He's curious about what kind of surprise she has in mind.
Caleb Sterling hasn't come up yet, and the other seat at the dining table remains empty.
Ethan Laurent, unfazed, picked up his knife and fork and continued his meal casually.
In the cabin downstairs.
Cici stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and when she came out, the panties she held were already dry.
Taking a few steps to Caleb Sterling's side, she handed them to him, "Young Master, they're ready."
Caleb Sterling didn't accept them.
He stared at her face, his tall frame standing before her, stretching out his arms as a signal, "You do it!"
Those two words made Cici's expression stiffen slightly.
Do it herself?
Put these on him?
Caleb Sterling's gaze swept lightly over her face, coldly reminding her, "As a servant, you can't even do this?"
