Summer Thorne was suddenly reminded of the past.
Although there had been a certain spark between them from the moment they first met, Summer Thorne had once been genuinely afraid to act out of line after learning his true identity.
After all, back then, he had been positively radiant, noble, and utterly unapproachable.
But in reality, only she knew just how seductive he could be.
And she also knew how domineering he was.
'When did he become so easy to talk to?'
Summer Thorne met his gaze quietly for a moment before venturing, "So... we stop?"
In that instant, Summer Thorne was almost certain she saw a clear flicker of disappointment in his eyes, which were as deep as the sea.
But the sea was so deep, so vast, that any trace of it was immediately swallowed by the surging waves.
Still, if something had existed, it would eventually leave a mark.
