Summer Ford glanced at Ethan Laurent's hand gripping her own, her face stiffened as she looked up, "Anything else?"
Ethan didn't even cast a sidelong glance in her direction, only coldly spat out a single word, "Feed!"
Summer's face suddenly froze, a surge of anger rising in her chest, "Ethan Laurent, don't push it!"
"I haven't even started," Ethan's lips curled into a mocking smile, his face full of disdain.
"I have other things to do, no time!" Summer didn't want to get entangled with him, stood up intending to leave, but Ethan's hand on her wrist suddenly tugged, causing her to fall onto his lap.
This kind of move, it had happened between them countless times.
Like a meticulously rehearsed act, after falling into his lap, her arms naturally circled his waist.
Ethan's gaze glanced briefly at her hands, his eyes cold and indifferent.
Summer came to her senses, as if touching something scorching, she casually retracted her arms.
