Summer Ford choked on his words, almost spewing the tea she drank.
What is he doing?
Flirting openly?
Jasper Sheridan glanced in his direction, his chest dull with pain, and then casually looked away.
"Brew it again." Ethan Laurent leaned back on the sofa, turned his gaze to Summer Ford, and unemotionally requested again.
Summer Ford's grip on the teacup tightened.
If he didn't come over, that would be fine. But when he did, it was just to trouble her?
Ethan Laurent rested his hand on his forehead, the corners of his lips curling into a mocking smile.
Wouldn't it be better to obediently go over there?
Summer Ford's back stiffened, her slender fingers almost crushing the teacup, but ultimately she followed his instructions and went to the tea room to brew it again.
Her temper was particularly good today; no matter how much he deliberately made things difficult, though she was clearly furious, she still did as he instructed.
