"This is for you." She held a towel in her arms, walked up to him, and handed it to him.
Ethan Laurent glanced casually at the towel she was holding but didn't immediately take it; instead, he shifted his gaze to her face.
She had also taken a shower after going back to her room earlier, probably thinking he was still waiting downstairs; her hair hadn't been dried and hung damply over her shoulders, with water droplets sliding down her delicate face, soaking into the thin fabric of her shirt.
Ethan Laurent watched her quietly in this state, his eyebrows arching handsomely.
"You don't need it?" Summer Ford saw him just staring at her without taking it, so she wanted to retract her hand, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Ethan Laurent.
Then, as Summer Ford watched in disbelief, he raised his long legs and stepped onto the shore.
