Ethan Laurent was never a patient man, and he certainly wasn't patient enough to deal with a woman caught between drunkenness and sobriety.
Gripping her wrist, he coldly warned, "If you keep being this restless, do you believe I'll be even more of a bastard in a moment?"
Summer Ford seemed to pause for a moment after his words.
She lifted her head, her eyes as hazy as if they were shrouded in mist, and looked at him, daringly responding, "How do you plan to be more of a bastard?"
She said this merely out of defiance, but to Ethan Laurent, it sounded quite different.
How to be more of a bastard?
Was this seduction or provocation?
Summer Ford clearly hadn't realized what she'd said. With her head tilted back, her beautiful eyes gazed at him, misty and innocent, blinking softly.
Seeing Ethan Laurent up close, he truly was very handsome.
His handsomeness was of the kind that took one's breath away, as if he carried a halo with him, dazzling enough to make one feel dizzy.
