Summer Ford's face looked a bit awkward, her hand resting on the dining table dropped, discreetly pushing his hand away.
Ethan Laurent ignored her, his hand still remained on her leg.
Summer Ford grew somewhat angry, wanting to kick him again, but before her leg could reach him, her knee was swiftly caught by him.
Summer Ford couldn't match his strength; her gaze faintly glanced at the dining table, catching sight of the dinner knife in her hand. Her fingers holding the knife suddenly loosened—
The place where she let go was directed at the hand Ethan Laurent had caught, following a normal person's reflex, he should have instinctively let go.
Yet, she overlooked that Ethan Laurent was never an average person!
He didn't seem even slightly nervous; just as the knife was about to fall on his hand, his other hand suddenly extended out of nowhere, swiftly catching the knife!
He actually caught it!
