Summer Ford's spine stiffened slightly.
Ethan Laurent seemed not to notice, keeping one hand casually dining, his movements still elegant.
However, the hand dangling under the table began to become unruly.
First, it entwined Summer Ford's fingers, playing with her hand, then it moved to her slender waist pressed against him.
His fingertips moved like playing a symphony, lightly massaging and slowly twisting, stroking her skin through the fabric of her dress.
Summer Ford's whole body tensed, her cheeks flushing red up to her ears.
Enzo Laurent was sitting beside them, but he was at the head of the table, not in the same row as them, yet on Ethan Laurent's other side, there was Esther Shaw!
Esther Shaw was nonchalantly dining, seemingly oblivious to Ethan Laurent's antics under the table.
But Summer Ford still felt uneasy.
She knew Ethan Laurent was deliberately teasing her, but with so many people present, didn't he know what discretion meant?
