Her reaction was extremely swift, and she had quite a bit of strength. The person she unexpectedly bumped into stumbled several steps back, pushing her against the wall behind her.
Ethan Laurent had just stepped out of the VIP lounge when he was bumped and pushed by someone. His gaze turned cold, instinctively grasping her wrist, intending to throw her aside, but he hesitated for a moment upon seeing Summer Ford's face clearly.
"Help me!" Summer Ford gestured for him to be silent, looking up at him with a slightly confused expression.
Her voice was very low; she seemed a bit nervous, her eyes wandering, unsure of what she was worried about.
Ethan hadn't expected to run into her here, slightly surprised.
His gaze slowly slid down her face, examining her up and down for quite a while, catching sight of her uniform, causing his brows to furrow involuntarily.
The Imperial City was a high-end venue, combining various entertainment facilities such as bars, restaurants, billiards, bowling, and many more.
Depending on the occasion, the uniforms at the Imperial City varied as well.
Summer Ford was wearing a black cocktail dress, not overtly revealing, but the hem was quite high, exposing her fair and slender legs to the air, full of energy and youth.
Ethan stared at her again and again, his eyes slightly narrowed, and in his indifferent tone, a hint of sharpness was unknowingly reflected, "Here to accompany guests for drinks?"
Summer Ford was taken aback, awkwardly smoothing her dress and adjusting the neckline, uncomfortably defending herself, "Who's here to accompany drinks? I'm just helping someone with a part-time job."
She wasn't here to accompany drinks in the first place, but her explanation lacked confidence.
It wasn't that she was unsound in reasoning, but standing in such a place, saying such things, might not convince anyone.
"Really?" Ethan Laurent's lips curled with a trace of ridicule, unsure if he believed her words.
From the other end of the hallway, a few hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, seemingly heading towards their direction.
Summer Ford's heart was pounding fast. She lifted her head, her gaze once again pleading as she looked at him, "Help me!"
Her eyes appeared very tense, hands tightly clutching Ethan Laurent's clothes, creating crease upon crease on his chest, her deer-like eyes gazing at him as if tugging softly at his heart.
With a slight closing of his eyelids, under Summer Ford's slightly paused gaze, he suddenly hooked an arm around her waist, pressing her against the wall behind them with a loud push.
He was already physically much taller compared to her, and this change in posture allowed him to completely conceal her.
The footsteps in the hallway continued towards them, chaotic and hurried, seemingly from multiple people.
Summer Ford compliantly let Ethan Laurent press her, originally thinking he just wanted to block her.
Unexpectedly, as the footsteps gradually approached, Ethan Laurent suddenly leaned his handsome face close to her ear, lightly biting her earlobe.
"Hmm~" Summer Ford shivered sensitively, caught unprepared, a changed-tone low hum escaped involuntarily.
Fist swung to hit him, yet Ethan Laurent naturally guided her hand to rest on her shoulder.
With one hand hugging her, the other mischievously pinched her a little, he urged, "Louder."
Summer Ford, "..."