He spoke with a smile, as if he thought Ethan Laurent was interrupting him and Summer Ford.
Let's have a meal together... just us...
Ethan Laurent chewed over his words, squinting his eyes slightly.
"How about I invite you for a private meal someday?" He glared coldly at Celeste Sterling, every word carrying a chill.
Celeste Sterling instinctively knew his words weren't kind, even his bones felt a bit cold, yet his face still remained indifferent.
"You're so busy, let's not trouble you," he replied with a light smile, his gaze falling once more on Summer Ford.
He didn't eat himself, silently watching Summer Ford throughout the meal.
His gaze was very gentle, and in Ethan Laurent's eyes, it even carried a strong sense of affection.
Summer Ford didn't like this atmosphere, her head remained lowered.
After quickly finishing her food, she stood up, "I'm done, let's go back!"
"I'll take you," Celeste Sterling grabbed his coat, reaching out to hold Summer Ford's hand.
