Angela was simply leisurely staring at him, not saying anything.
The butler helped Ethan Laurent settle into his chair, and Ethan sat down brazenly, ignoring the eyes of the group of servants on his face.
Summer Ford didn't look in his direction, still quietly eating her meal.
"Miss Ford, do you need more wine? I'll refill it for you!" Bass stood up, wanting to fill her wine glass. Before his arm could extend, Ethan Laurent, perhaps intentionally, suddenly hooked Summer Ford's ankle.
Summer Ford happened to be holding her wine glass at that moment. The unexpected movement made her body lean forward slightly, and the glass slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
The clear sound echoed in the vast garden, suddenly intrusive.
Everyone at the table turned their gaze towards her.
Summer Ford looked at the mess on the ground, tightening her grip on the knife and fork.
