He took her to a very ordinary place, saw a small shop with no one on the roadside, and took her in.
The two of them simply settled a dinner inside, and Summer Ford still did not let him send her off but walked back herself.
When she arrived home, Ethan Laurent was sitting at the dining table, with many dishes laid out, seemingly waiting for her.
It was already past eight at this time, and Summer Ford was a bit surprised he hadn't eaten so late.
"Why not call ahead if you're coming back late?" Ethan Laurent glanced at his phone, seemingly a bit displeased.
Actually, Summer Ford thought to herself that they had hardly dined together recently, so why call?
However, seeing that he didn't look quite right, she didn't say this aloud.
"There was an accident in the elevator." She explained briefly, wanting to turn and leave, but Ethan Laurent pulled her to sit down.
"What kind of accident?" His gaze moved subtly on her, as he pursued the question.
