Summer Ford just lowered her head slightly, focused on the task of making tea.
Her fingers were exceptionally beautiful, her fingertips jade-like white, and every move in the tea-making process revealed an inexplicable grace, with her eyes intensely focused, not even raising her head.
Ethan Laurent furrowed his brows and was silent for a while, then he lifted his gaze towards Enzo Laurent and agreed to his request with pleasure, "Sure, I'll arrange the time."
"That's settled then!" Enzo didn't linger here for long, stood up and left.
Summer Ford escorted him out, sent him to the elevator, turned around and was about to leave, when Enzo suddenly murmured to himself, "Why did you turn to Ethan all of a sudden?"
His words were clearly about Summer Ford, yet he wasn't speaking directly to her, rather, it was an expression of confusion from within.
The tone sounded somewhat unexpected, yet somewhat regretful.
