"Scream!" His thin lips parted, and he demanded once more.
Summer Ford felt a sense of being teased, really wanting to slap his face, but while she had the inclination, she didn't have the courage.
What was the current situation?
She was the one pleading for his help, and outside there were wolves and tigers like Ronan Ford waiting for her. What if she offended the man in front of her and he simply pushed her out?
Summer Ford was well aware of her current predicament, but she simply couldn't scream.
Just because he asked her to scream, was she supposed to? If one wasn't loud enough, would she have to do it again? Did he think they were shooting an adult video?
Summer Ford gritted her teeth at Ethan Laurent's actions, not only failing to cooperate but even biting hard on her lower lip.
The footsteps in the corridor were still approaching, getting closer step by step, as if they'd reach their spot any moment.
Ethan Laurent furrowed his brows, then suddenly bit her again, his face right next to her ear.
His actions were skilled, hitting just the right sensitive point.
Summer Ford couldn't hold back for a moment, and a suppressed low hum escaped her lips, "Mm~"
Her voice changed in tone, sounding like it came from someone in the throes of passion, slightly hoarse, like she was suppressing something yet wanting to release something.
Ethan Laurent seemed quite satisfied with that sound she made, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Ronan Ford approached with his men, pausing just as they heard that sound.
In a place like the capital, the people around weren't ordinary folks. To rashly ruin someone's good moment, especially if the other party turned out to be some big shot, was not something the Ford Family could afford.
Moreover, that voice just now didn't sound like Summer Ford's. Ronan waved his hand, signaling his group to leave, "Let's go! Search somewhere else!"
The footsteps then faded away, moving further and further.
Ethan Laurent glanced out of the corner of his eye, seeing the now-empty corridor, a cold smirk on his lips.
Wasn't this trick quite efficient?
He didn't even need to show his face to handle those people!
Summer Ford's tense heart also relaxed afterward. Seeing the current position between her and Ethan Laurent, she uneasily pushed him away.
"Thanks just now." Turning around, she wanted to leave, but as she just took a step, something suddenly fell out of her uniform pocket.
A purple box, with a "thud," hitting the ground, making a slight sound that was particularly clear in the corridor.
Summer Ford was stunned for a moment, like she recalled something, her gaze stiffly turning aside.
Upon seeing the striking words on the box, her face heated up. She bent down, trying to pick it up, but a slender hand snatched it up faster than she could.
"Give it to me!" Summer Ford tiptoed, trying to grab it, but Ethan Laurent raised his hand and avoided her.
Ethan Laurent stared at the striking "Durex" word on the box, squinting slightly, then turned his gaze leisurely toward Summer Ford, "You even carry this stuff with you?"
"No!" Summer Ford wanted to explain but felt it wasn't necessary.
"Give it to me!" She raised her arm, trying to snatch it again, but Ethan Laurent caught her wrist.
Summer Ford was taken aback, looking at him in shock, her wrist struggling twice in his hand.
"If not, what is it?" Ethan Laurent tightened his grip on her hand, pulling her against his body, coldly staring at her, clearly not intending to let go of this issue.