Their gazes met, and Summer Ford's eyes faltered for a moment.
Their eyes locked in the distance; the night was too dark for Summer to see his expression, but she could clearly feel the chill on his face.
Ethan Laurent sat in the car, staring intently at the two people over here. His gaze was very dark, and he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white one by one.
He stared at her for quite a while, and when Summer thought he would act as usual—push open the car door, stride towards them, and angrily drag her back to the palace to remind her of her identity in his special way—he did something that surprised her.
He did indeed push open the car door and walked towards them.
However, his demeanor was not what Summer expected.
His expression was cold, but without the explosive anger.
