Tonight he had a dinner arranged on the yacht.
When the two of them boarded the yacht side by side, dinner was already prepared.
The dining table was set on the deck, just like before.
They were in Yorland, but he had arranged for a French-style dinner.
French, Nocturne's specialty, a style that Summer Ford liked.
He always remembered her preferences very clearly.
Summer Ford pulled out a chair to sit down at the dining table, placing the documents she brought alongside, she looked up at him, "Shall we..."
She wanted to discuss tonight's matter first, but before she could open her mouth, Ethan Laurent interrupted, "Let's enjoy the meal first!"
Summer Ford was helpless, picked up a glass of wine to weigh down the documents, and quietly began to eat with knife and fork.
This evening, Ethan Laurent hadn't even arranged for many servants on the yacht, seemingly not wanting any disturbances.
On the deck where they were, it was only her and him.
