Summer Ford tried calling several times without success and suddenly climbed into the car, kneeling on his lap, her hand once again reaching for the phone tucked into his chest.
Ethan Laurent seemed obviously unprepared for her to make such a bold move, and judging by her demeanor, she seemed quite natural about it.
His gaze lingered for a moment on her knees as she knelt, his eyebrows subtly raised a little higher.
He looked at her with an amused expression, making Summer Ford blink in surprise and glance down at her own posture, feeling a little awkward, though just a tiny bit.
They had been married for over two years, and it wasn't her first time sitting this intimately on him, so it was really nothing.
"Not going back? It's almost evening!" She lifted her head to glance at the sky outside, reminding him as she stood up from him, got out of the car, and continued to tinker with the tire.
She was very smart, but she was no technician.
