Ethan Laurent could clearly sense her unease. Her small hands were tugging at his bathrobe, almost pulling it off.
The person who was so brave last night, even daring to attack him, now knew fear?
The scene was indeed too chaotic, it felt like a superstar's grand entrance, noisy and bustling.
Ethan Laurent disliked such noisy environments. Normally, with one sharp glance around and a commanding "Shut up," he'd have everyone dealt with.
However, today, he didn't know what got into him. Despite facing so many cameras, he uncharacteristically didn't lose his temper.
His gaze lightly swept over the crowd. Amidst their shocked expressions, he casually asked, "What are you all talking about?"
Then, he leaned down, his cold lips gently kissed the forehead of the woman in his arms.
Such a subtle gesture, yet it drove the crowd's cameras to snap even more madly.
Summer Ford visibly tensed. What was he doing?
She wanted to lift her head, but aware of the myriad of cameras pointed at them, she lowered her head again.
The crowd seemed stunned by Ethan Laurent's gesture, and the scene became even more frenzied.
"Mr. Laurent, are you admitting to your relationship with Miss Jacobs?"
"Since both of you are here today, why not say a few words?"
"Miss Jacobs, could you lift your head?"
The reporters had many questions, one following another.
Without any response for a long time, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, this lady's height doesn't seem like Miss Ivy Keats!"
That remark startled the crowd, who for the first time began seriously scrutinizing Summer Ford.
"Mr. Laurent, this is..."
Trying to inquire further, Ethan Laurent, having achieved his aim, smirked with a hint of sarcasm. He shifted from his previous nonchalance, his gaze turning icy as he swept over the crowd and coldly shouted, "Get out of here, all of you!"
The voice, not too loud or soft, was calm, but the chilling coldness it inadvertently conveyed was bone-deep.
The change in demeanor was remarkably swift.
The group of reporters, who had been eager to ask more questions, shivered at his shout, exchanging reluctant glances.
Rarely was there such explosive news. Who wouldn't want the headline?
But with Ethan Laurent's frosty expression, no one dared to linger. Eventually, they all dispersed in a hurry.
The surroundings fell quiet once more.
Summer Ford slowly lifted her face, glanced around, and let out a gentle sigh.
Ethan Laurent glanced sideways at her hand still grasping his bathrobe, then looked at the bathrobe nearly slipping off, his sharp eyes gently closing as he expressionlessly said, "What? Weren't you satisfied last night, and want to go again?"
Summer Ford froze, looking at his half-removed clothing, which could almost be described as a "male seduction," and pulled her hands back as if she'd touched something infectious, with distaste.
"Your skills are terrible!" She turned her back, speaking with disdain.
Ethan Laurent raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in contempt, "Really? But last night, your expression didn't show that."
He paused, adding, "And besides, you were clinging to me, unwilling to let go."
The light words drifted into Summer Ford's ears, leaving her completely dumbfounded.