Summer Ford sat in the car, her gaze turned to the window, without saying a word the entire way.
The road outside the campus was very quiet, the white Lamborghini slowly cruising along the road.
Driving through the boundless nocturne towards the seaside, finally stopping outside their villa.
Ethan Laurent was the first to get out of the car, closing the door with a flip of his hand, giving a faint glance back at Summer Ford, helped her open the car door, and carried her inside the house.
Summer's gaze quietly settled on his face, without speaking.
She instinctively felt that Ethan came to find her because they had been apart for several days, certain needs probably needed to be met.
Ethan's razor-thin lips lightly pressed together, expressionless as he brought her inside, however, their destination was not the bedroom or sofa upstairs but the kitchen.
"Hungry, let's make dinner!" Putting her down, he casually dragged her in, without feeling embarrassed.
