Moreover, when Ethan Laurent saw her, there was some distance between them, and it was nighttime, plus fireworks were falling everywhere.
Actually, whether he saw her clearly was a question.
Even if he did see her clearly, what then?
She hadn't done anything guilty; she was just seen by him at the Sheridan Family today, and wasn't Rousseau. Why should she fear him?
Thinking this way, Summer Ford walked in calmly.
Ethan Laurent returned a few minutes later, and when he entered the house, Summer Ford was playing with the Persian cat he had given her, still wearing the same clothes from the party earlier.
A stunning blue dress, with a light and dreamy skirt that lightly draped, a small stretch of fair and slim calf exposed.
"Went out tonight?" Ethan Laurent glanced over her, asking.
"Mm." Summer Ford's back stiffened slightly, yet she answered candidly.
"Sheridan Family?" Ethan Laurent asked again.
"Mm." Summer Ford's tone was indifferent.
