Summer Ford was rendered speechless by him for a moment, forcing herself to put on a smile. "I am honored to be your wife."
"Really?" Ethan Laurent's gaze brushed lightly over her face, carrying a hint of mockery.
"Yes." The smile on Summer's face was about to turn stiff.
If this continues, will she end up with a frozen face?
Even though her expression was nearly at its limits, she still maintained eye contact with him.
When she looked at him, her eyes were bright, as if covered with a layer of mist, her gaze somewhat scattered, resembling a nervous and uneasy little animal, a look that was very endearing.
She was inherently very beautiful. A girl like her, if she pleaded with a man using that gaze, probably few could resist.
Even Ethan Laurent, being looked at by her like that, almost felt a tinge of pity for her.
However, remembering her impure motives for marrying him, the already scarce sympathy vanished completely.
