Soft like a beam of light suddenly cast into the boundless darkness, so captivating that Ethan Laurent could almost drown in it.
However, as she thought of his coldness, her gaze softened again.
Someone like him, inherently, embodies two extremes.
When cold, he's so cold that it drives one to despair; when gentle, his gentleness is irresistibly enchanting.
Such extreme love, Summer Ford cannot bear.
She withdrew her gaze, her expression returning to blankness.
Ethan Laurent was still helping her apply ointment.
The muscle-relaxing ointment required massage assistance, and his calloused palms kneaded her skin from Summer Ford's calf upward, all the way...
Summer Ford's face showed some discomfort, but she didn't reveal it in front of him.
Ethan Laurent was alright, appearing serious from beginning to end. After applying the ointment, he let down her bathrobe without overstepping bounds.
