Mr Rousseau was still beside them. He noticed that there seemed to be something amiss between the two and paused in surprise.
Silence.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
Summer Ford was very aware of the occasion. She was Ethan Laurent's wife.
Everything she was doing now, and all the guests she was receiving, was in the capacity of Ethan Laurent's wife.
Her every word and action would represent Rousseau!
In a moment of clarity, she composed her expression and nodded slightly to Aiden Lennox, "It's an honor to have you here, Mr. Lennox!"
Her words were the kind of formalities very typical of such social occasions.
Her tone appeared to carry a sense of distance.
Aiden Lennox's gaze seemed to grow even colder.
Summer ignored it, turned her head, and casually took a glass of wine from a passing waiter, handing it to him, "Please have a seat in the front row. The press conference will start in a few minutes, and I need to continue greeting the other guests."
