Summer Ford stared at him for a bit too long, accidentally drifting off.
Aiden Lennox's hand didn't retreat; instead, he casually ruffled her hair.
Click!
The sound of a shutter suddenly echoed from a certain direction nearby.
Aiden Lennox's sharp gaze swept toward the sound, accurately pinpointing the direction of the camera. However, before he had time to react, a voice suddenly shouted, "Mr. Lennox is here! He's here!"
The raised voice echoed in such a quiet place, amplified several times over.
In an instant, the previously silent street, where only the sound of petals falling could be heard, was replaced by a flurry of hurried footsteps.
It seemed that the reporters had just blocked the way!
Summer Ford was clearly unprepared for this situation. As she tried to turn her head to check, before she managed to turn it, Aiden Lennox's long arm suddenly stretched out, holding her head and pressing her face into his chest.
