Summer Ford sat beside him, silently watching him.
She was observing his expression, trying to gauge whether he had taken in what she had just said.
Her gaze was straightforward, and Ethan Laurent seemed to notice her eyes on him, his handsome face turning towards her.
Summer wanted to nonchalantly look away, but then felt it was unnecessary.
Her gaze met his, and she steadied her expression, asking lightly, "Does it suit your taste?"
Her question was quite pointless.
After all, they had been married for over two years and understood each other's tastes very well. She had briefed Lana, and Lana surely knew to prepare the dinner according to Ethan Laurent's preferences.
The food brought over was naturally to his liking.
Ethan Laurent stared at her for quite some time, his gaze peculiar.
"I didn't say anything just now." Summer stood up nonchalantly, poured herself some steaming hot water, and sat back down.
