Editor: Atlas Studios The two people’s eyes met from a few meters apart, Summer Ford quietly looking at him, seeming to struggle with something, her gaze flickered for a moment, then she suddenly walked towards the person in the car with determination.
Encountering her in such a place, Ethan Laurent was only slightly surprised, and after that, his eyes remained calm.
Summer Ford continued towards him, her hands tightly clenched, the determination on her face was like someone resolutely walking to the execution ground.
She lowered her head lightly and walked towards him slowly, stopping in front of him, seemingly struggling for a while before lifting her face slowly.
“I agree to all your conditions from that day!” Her bright eyes firmly locked onto his, her gaze flickered for a moment, “But I also want you to agree to one condition of mine.”
“Miss Ford seems to have a poor memory, it’s only been a few days and you’ve already forgotten what I said afterward that day!” Ethan Laurent casually toyed with the phone in his hand, his words carrying a faint sarcasm.
Summer Ford’s face initially turned red, and when Ethan Laurent thought she would get angry and leave proudly like she did last time, she did something completely unexpected—
Her body slowly bent forward, her face drawing close to his, her small hands cupped his face, and her lips aimed at his as she kissed him.
Her kiss was firm and forceful, yet without any skill, as if eager to prove something, her teeth even breaking Ethan Laurent’s lip.
Her hands held his head tightly, as if afraid he would push her away.
Ethan Laurent’s brows knitted, instinctively wanting to throw her off, yet Summer Ford’s arms suddenly wrapped tightly around his head.
She continued kissing him, using her limited skill, not caring about their surrounding or how many people were around.
Ronan Ford was still not far away, foolishly watching the scene, his face dark as a pot bottom.
Ethan Laurent’s brows remained tightly knitted the entire time, his lips bitten several times by Summer Ford.
Clearly infuriated to the point of wanting to strangle her and throw her far away, but his hands ultimately held back.
Summer Ford sensed his indulgence, and all her movements gradually came to a stop.
Avoiding eye contact with him, her face hung low, “Let me finish speaking first.”
“Speak!” Ethan Laurent’s voice remained cold as the wind.
Summer Ford took a deep breath, lifting her face, enunciating slowly, “My only condition is, we get married!”
The sycamore trees lining the street shed a few dead leaves, which twirled in the air before gracefully falling.
The surroundings were eerily silent.
Ethan Laurent clearly did not expect her to make such a demand, his already cold eyes seemed to be shrouded with layers of frost, glaring at her sharply as if capable of freezing her over.