"Someone probably tampered with the car. I don't know where it went wrong. Look into it for me, I'm flying back tomorrow." Ethan Laurent replied casually.
"So soon?" Damian Preston was a bit surprised.
"Yeah, Summer's coming with me." Ethan's voice was indifferent.
"Alright, I'll arrange the plane."
Their conversation was brief; a few words were enough to settle everything. The next day, on the private jet Damian arranged, Ethan Laurent and Summer Ford flew back to Central City together.
This was the first time Summer had returned since leaving several months ago.
Back then she left because of Ethan; now she was back, still because of him.
Walking out of the airport, Summer suddenly felt a faint wave of emotion.
She was about to head for the exit when Ethan strode over, took her hand in his big palm, pulled it to his side, and, maintaining that intimacy, led her straight out of the airport without so much as a sideways glance.
