Summer Ford actually didn't like being treated specially because of her identity as Mrs. Laurent. She felt slightly awkward and steadied her expression, stiffly following Ethan Laurent out.
The two walked one after the other between the floors of Rousseau. It was office hours now, so everyone was at their posts, and they encountered only a few people along the way.
Summer Ford glanced at Ethan Laurent ahead, took a few steps to catch up, and walked side by side with him.
"What shall we have for lunch?" She casually chatted with him as they walked.
"Anything is fine." Ethan Laurent's voice was indifferent.
"Shall I make it for you tomorrow?" Summer Ford looked up, her gaze directed at him, with a hint of a faint smile in her eyes.
Ethan Laurent paused, slightly stunned.
Ever since Summer Ford moved into the Laurent Family, she hadn't done much work in the kitchen.
