Ethan Laurent stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze lost outside. His posture was tall and straight, and the dim light from the garden cast a silhouette behind him, adding more coldness and aloofness to his back.
Summer Ford walked towards him composedly, stopping three meters away behind him. Her gaze fell on his slender back as she stared at him for a while, seemingly trying to say something.
Ethan Laurent subtly glanced sideways at her, watching her quietly.
His gaze lingered on her slightly parted lips for a few seconds. Just as he was about to look away, Summer suddenly took a few steps towards him and embraced him from behind.
She pressed her whole body against him, her slender, fair arms soft yet stubbornly wrapping around him, her petite face resting on his back.
Ethan's back stiffened, as if his heart in his chest had been gently stirred by something.
Lowering his eyes, he glanced at her hands wrapped around his waist.
