"What I said is true! If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance!" Summer Ford doesn't know his identity, but she doesn't want to cause trouble for herself for no reason. Everything she says is the truth.
Ethan Laurent remained silent after her words.
Seeing her demeanor, she really didn't seem to be lying.
He was only wondering whether she was someone else's trap sent to him, or came of her own accord to throw herself at him.
But regardless of which of these it was, she shouldn't be rejecting his touch.
The door wouldn't open by itself, and it had nothing to do with her. It seems there must be a third party involved.
However, Ethan couldn't figure out who this third party might be at the moment.
Summer Ford carefully observed his expression, her gaze silently drifting to the small table beside him.
The two were on a balcony, where a white wooden table was placed, adorned with a meticulously trimmed bonsai and a plate of fruit.
The bonsai was situated next to Ethan Laurent.
Summer considered whether to kick over the flowerpot and attack him at the same time.
If she could hit him on the back of his head, she might have a chance to struggle free from his grip.
That's what she thought, and she proceeded to act on it.
However, just as she lifted her leg, before she could kick the table and chairs, the man weighing down on her seemed to have eyes on the back of his head.
He slapped down her restless leg, and pinned her arms and legs firmly.
"Let go of me!" Afraid of losing control and doing something reckless, Summer Ford shoved at his chest.
"What's with the ugly face?" Ignoring her words, the man casually glanced at her face, knowingly asking.
His finger continued to press against her lips, gently rubbing and teasing.
Seeing her lips instantly bloom like a rosy rose, his mood seemed remarkably pleasant.
"You..." Summer Ford angrily pointed at him, her face flushed red.
Suddenly, she felt as if he was playing with her. Was he enjoying this teasing?
"What's wrong with me?" Calmly talking to her, he threw her onto the bed, his body following closely.
"Bastard!" Summer Ford cursed through clenched teeth. In Ethan Laurent's slightly stunned gaze, she suddenly sat up from the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned down, and bit fiercely into a small piece of flesh on his neck.
She bit hard without holding back, not allowing him to get away with it either, even leaving a clear bite mark.
Ethan Laurent clearly hadn't anticipated her to retaliate in such a manner, momentarily stunned, wanting to push her away, but before he could speak, his expression changed with her next move.
Summer Ford raised a leg and attacked his sensitive area—
If he wouldn't let her feel good, she would make sure he tasted some bitterness too!
Her actions were swift and unexpected, but Ethan's speed was even faster. He slightly turned his body to dodge her move, seizing her outstretched calf with his hand.
"Woman, you're bold!" In all of Central City, she was the first to daringly attack him in such a reckless manner!
"Let go!" Summer Ford tried to switch to the other leg, only to have it intercepted by his swift move again.
"Have you weighed your own worth?" Ethan Laurent cast her a faint glance, a trace of mockery curling at the corner of his lips. He slightly pulled on her captured hand, causing Summer Ford's body to slide uncontrollably towards him, inevitably crashing into his embrace.