"Come here!" Ethan Laurent's lips twitched as he gestured to the spot next to him.
Although they saw each other every day after marriage, both in bed and out, they were far from being intimate.
At this moment, Summer Ford was probably unaware of how close their actions were. She walked around the table and sat next to him.
She took his fork and tasted the pasta she had made, feeding him some as well.
Ethan Laurent didn't refuse; when she offered, he accepted.
So, with one plate of pasta, the two of them alternated bites, and just as they were about to finish, Summer Ford noticed how close they were sitting and the food she was offering to his mouth, suddenly realizing what was happening.
"Eat by yourself." Tossing the fork aside, she stood up, her face slightly awkward as she turned and walked out of the room.
When Ethan Laurent came out again, Summer Ford was sitting on a hanging chair holding Dolly, dozing off.
