Ethan Laurent is still waiting on the yacht.
After eight o'clock, there was still no sign of Summer Ford. Faced with the large dinner table, he picked up his knife and fork and began to dine alone.
He prepared tonight's dinner with great care; there were many servants attending on the deck.
The longer he sat there, the more anxious the servants attending him became, especially as they kept glancing at the still-empty seat opposite him.
The group was afraid that Ethan Laurent might lose his temper.
Unexpectedly, from start to finish, he quietly enjoyed his meal without saying anything.
A large group of servants stood around the table, keeping a close watch on his face, all cautiously observing his expressions.
Ethan Laurent's expression was very calm, showing no sign of anger, nor any indication of an impending storm, only his usual aloofness.
His demeanor made the servants breathe a sigh of relief.
No anger!
Despite being stood up like this, he was still not angry!
