He emphasized that she should go up earlier.
Summer Ford's hand, holding the soup, froze for a moment. As she slowly processed his words, her face suddenly turned red.
What intentions could he have for wanting her back in the master bedroom earlier?
Summer Ford felt slightly uneasy, lowered her head to finish the pastries on the dining table, and went upstairs around ten o'clock.
In the bedroom, candlelight flickered, there were no lights, only candles.
As the door opened, a pleasant lavender fragrance greeted her; it seemed the room was scented.
A fresh yet somewhat intoxicating aroma, just smelling it made one a bit tipsy.
As she walked in, Ethan Laurent happened to come out of the bathroom.
It seemed he had just taken a shower and was tying the belt of his bathrobe as he walked.
Noticing her entering the room, he looked up, appearing completely at ease, "Finished eating?"
"Mm." Summer Ford steadied her expression and stepped in a few paces.
