On stage, he was the center of attention.
Under the dazzling lights of the hall, his finely chiseled face shone brightly.
Behind him seemed to be a halo, making Summer Ford feel a bit dizzy.
Ethan Laurent was still walking toward her, accompanied by the ceaseless clicking of shutters and exclamations from the crowd.
He reached her side, then did something that Summer Ford remembered even years later, still touched and her heart moved.
He knelt down in front of her, took her hand, and gently led her to the stage, bringing her back to the center of attention.
His long fingers wrapped around her slender ones, raising their ring-adorned hands high, his gaze sweeping across the faces in the crowd as he announced word by word, "Today, I am here to introduce a new member of the Laurent Family, my wife, Summer Ford! We are already married!"
His speech was slow; every word, every sentence was sonorous and powerful.
After his words, the scene burst into chaos.
"Wife! Already married!"
