Summer Ford was speechless at his words and continued walking forward on her own.
The castle had a peculiar feature with numerous decorative lights, the street lamps dimly illuminating the entire estate, with shadows dancing around. Walking through it felt like being in a dream world.
After the two of them walked a while, they came to a lake, the place where they were wildly passionate the previous night.
Summer's gaze was a bit uneasy as she looked at the bench where they sat last night.
"This lake isn't bad; should we build one at home as well?" From beside her, Ethan Laurent's teasing voice drifted over.
Summer rolled her eyes at him, speechless.
Ethan went on nonchalantly, his fingertips brushing over the exquisite solid wood. He glanced at her with meaning and said, "This bench isn't bad either."
"Enough!" Summer, feeling uncomfortable, turned away from him and scolded.
