His words were heavily suggestive.
Summer Ford was slightly taken aback, her hand, which was smoothing the sofa cover, stiffened.
Ethan Laurent propped his arms on either side of her, his body pressing against her back from behind, turning his head, his warm breath spreading across her face, "Everything is convenient to do, don't you think?"
His words were lazy, and it was directly flirting with her.
The skin on Summer Ford's face, which he had caused to blush, was completely burning.
"I'll go prepare." Unable to withstand him like this, she pulled her head out from his embrace and headed to the kitchen without looking back.
She didn't come out for quite a while.
Ethan Laurent didn't know if she was still at odds with what happened this time, so he put away his casual attitude and followed her in a few steps.
Summer Ford was frying steaks, and the entire kitchen was filled with a strong rosemary aroma.
