"What suddenly made you think of this?" Summer Ford caught up to him in a few steps, walking while asking.
"Isn't it inevitable sooner or later?" Ethan Laurent replied to her indifferently, walking straight ahead without looking aside and went upstairs.
They reached the room they had booked. He inserted the key card, and with a beep, the door responded.
Ethan Laurent walked straight in.
"But, aren't we here for vacation this time?" Summer Ford followed him in, trying to dissuade him, "There's plenty of time to deal with the wedding dress after we return; there's no need to rush these few days!"
The footsteps ahead paused, his gaze shifted, and he glanced at her face subtly, "Don't want to go?"
Just with a glance, he saw through her thoughts.
Summer Ford's expression showed a hint of discomfort, but she quickly concealed it.
