Summer Ford's face twisted slightly after catching sight of what he was pointing at.
Is he deliberately trying to disparage her?
Ethan Laurent glanced at her, his voice indifferent, "Looking at these, a man wouldn't feel even the slightest urge."
After a pause, he calmly added, "He'd only feel more like ravaging!"
"Shut up!" Summer glared at him, trying to pay for the items she had chosen, but Ethan stepped in quickly.
"Isn't this tacky?" He took the items from her hand and set them aside, walking over to the women's intimate items section. His gaze swept casually, picking an article of clothing without even checking the size, and handed it to the staff.
The items he picked so casually were all the same size, exactly fitting Summer's measurements.
His eye for size was even more precise than hers.
After paying, Summer followed him out, her expression entirely confused the whole way.
