His voice, neither too high nor too low, reached the ears of the person seated in the exact center of the hall.
She's taken!
With a subtle gaze, Ethan Laurent's dark eyes watched Summer Ford with her hand on Noah Sinclair's arm, a hint of cold allure reflecting in his ink-black eyes...
Summer Ford didn't look this way at all. After entering the banquet hall, Noah Sinclair led her to the self-serve drink area.
Noah Sinclair first picked up a glass of Angel's Kiss, took a slow sip, and continuously glanced at Summer Ford as he drank, making her feel somewhat uneasy.
"Want a drink?" He elegantly raised the champagne flute, gave her a meaningful look, and curled his lips into a smile that shimmered under the crystal chandelier.
His smile was lingering, with a hint of mischief.
Since the last party hosted by Caelus, the Angel's Kiss seemed to have taken on a subtle and somewhat sensitive significance between the two of them.
