"Rancieu, thank you, I'll go try it on." Without paying any attention to Ethan Laurent's icy cold expression, Summer Ford took the clothes and left.
The dress Rancieu brought for Summer Ford had a flavor of Gallia. Maybe he hadn't done anything like picking out clothes for a girl before, and the hem of the dress was a bit short.
As Summer Ford came out wearing the dress, it left Ethan Laurent feeling parched and dry-mouthed.
The dress was designed to cinch at the waist, emphasizing Summer Ford's already slim waist, perfectly outlining her figure.
Ethan Laurent stared at her slender waist, which looked as if it could fit within the span of his hand. He even held out his hand to measure in the air, involuntarily recalling the sensation of holding her closely, time after time.
His gaze fell upon her elongated legs, and Ethan Laurent's eyes became dark and brooding.
Summer Ford clearly didn't notice his gaze, as she continued with her work after coming out.
