Celeste Sterling observed his expression without saying anything, watching his face turn cold instantly, her lips twitching slightly.
The dinner for three had a rather strange atmosphere.
Summer Ford kept her head down, eating her own meal, ignoring both men.
Celeste Sterling acted as if Ethan Laurent wasn't there, attentively serving Summer Ford on her own, "Is the food enough? Should we order more?"
"Are the dishes to your liking today? Want to try a different flavor if not?"
"Your drink is finished, let me order you another."
Summer Ford lowered her head slightly, occasionally responding out of politeness, "Thank you."
Ethan Laurent watched their interaction coldly, his gaze icy.
Celeste Sterling ignored him throughout, glanced at Summer Ford, and unexpectedly remarked, "You have sauce on your lip, let me..."
Standing up, she tried to reach over to help wipe Summer Ford's lips. But just as her hand stretched out, an arm suddenly intervened, coldly swiping her hand away.
