He pressed her against him with his body, trapping Summer Ford between the chair and himself, surrounded by his overwhelming presence. Their faces were so close that his breath could directly land on her face.
In such a position, it was difficult for Summer Ford to ignore him.
Turning her head slightly, her gaze fell on his face, waiting for the latter half of his sentence.
"Last night..." Ethan Laurent just started to speak when Dolly, nestled in Summer Ford's arms, suddenly leapt up and pounced onto his shoulder.
Dolly always seemed to prefer him, perhaps even more than it liked Summer Ford. This pounce was particularly fierce, with its small, furry body crashing into him, claws persistently scratching at his shoulder.
Ethan Laurent frowned slightly, irritably trying to flick it away, but failing to succeed. With his fingertips gripping a layer of skin on the back of its head, he tossed his hand back, sending Dolly's chubby body flying with a flick.
Thud!
