Summer Ford's leg twitched again, her gaze stiffly turning to the side.
Someone like Ethan Laurent doesn't accept orders from anyone.
She knows this well.
After a few fruitless struggles, Summer Ford didn't want to keep dragging things out with him. She glanced at the dining table beside her and said faintly, "Let me go, I want to eat!"
She's not surrendering. It's just when she couldn't overpower him, she changed her coping strategy.
It's just a dinner, nothing special.
Ethan Laurent's lips curled coldly. He released his hold on her hand and walked ahead of her toward the dining table.
Summer Ford followed behind him, wanting to sit somewhere farther away. However, just as she was rounding the table, Ethan Laurent suddenly shot her a sharp glare.
Summer Ford felt a pang in her heart but ignored it.
She pulled out a chair and sat down on her own.
Tonight, it seemed like she purposefully wanted to oppose him in everything she did.
