A beautiful bouquet, carrying a French elegance, you can hardly see such a fresh combination outside.
Summer Ford's gaze lingered on that bouquet for quite a while, then she casually looked away.
Ethan Laurent prepared a lot for today's dinner, from the setup of the room to the interior arrangement, even the environment outside.
They've been married for several months, and it's the first time he's put so much thought into a meal like this.
Somehow, Summer Ford's mind recalled his words from last night.
Thinking about the look in his eyes when he said those words last night, her gaze warmed considerably.
As she ate the food on her plate, she suddenly felt the taste was even better.
"Ethan Laurent, tonight I prefer something lighter." She had almost finished her portion of food when her gaze suddenly turned to his plate.
