Summer Ford's body stiffened, and she nudged him with her elbow, "Look at the stage."
"Compared to the stage, I'm more interested in you!" Ethan Laurent turned his handsome face and locked his eyes on hers, speaking very directly.
Summer Ford, "..."
Ethan Laurent just glanced at her lightly, withdrew his gaze, and continued to let his hand wander nonchalantly.
His hand was resting inside her gown, and the temperature of his hand was slightly cold. With such a touch, Summer Ford couldn't help but shiver, her back instinctively leaned back.
The seats they were in, the entire row had only her and him, no one else was sitting, and no one else could see them.
The lighting in the venue was a bit dim, and Summer Ford only symbolically resisted for a moment, but didn't make any other moves.
Such behavior on her part was undoubtedly condoning Ethan Laurent's actions.
Ethan Laurent's lips slightly twitched, and wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into his embrace.
