He walked straight to her side, took her hand, and led her out of the car with big strides, "Let's go home! Working late without notifying me in advance!"
Summer Ford stiffly followed behind him, glancing back in the direction of Aiden Lennox.
Aiden Lennox just quietly watched the two of them. In the night, his figure was mostly shrouded by the darkness, making it hard to see his facial expression.
Summer's hand held hers tightly, and after a few steps, his arm rested directly on her shoulder.
This was a possessive move; as he held Summer this way, her body leaned entirely into his embrace.
He didn't recognize Aiden Lennox's face, but, relying on a man's intuition, seeing a man accompany a woman this late, he just found it unusual.
Ethan Laurent's action was an indirect declaration of his claim.
"Have you eaten?" he asked faintly as he accompanied Summer to the car, opened the door, and they got in one after the other.
"Not yet."
