Ethan Laurent happily accepted, naturally wrapping his arm around her.
They were on a private jet, belonging to the Laurent Family, with a prominent "Luo" insignia on the fuselage, which Ethan frequently used for international travel.
The two paintings that Ethan and Summer Ford had drawn together were still on the airplane windows.
He hadn't mentioned them, and those in charge of cleaning dared not move them casually, keeping every stroke as clear as ever.
Ethan sat by the window, quietly staring at his painting, his expression softening a bit.
They arrived in Central City at night, a little past nine, not too late.
They returned to Ethan's villa.
Summer Ford hadn't been there for several days, and when she returned, she cuddled Dolly with much more enthusiasm than if she'd been apart from Ethan for ten days or half a month.
