Ethan Laurent's gaze followed her figure, his eyes coldly fixed on her back, veins faintly pulsing on his forehead.
Is this woman becoming more reckless?
He took a few steps and followed her into the kitchen.
When he walked in, Summer Ford was cooking seafood noodles, the strong aroma of seafood filling the entire kitchen.
Her appetite was never particularly large, but today she was cooking an unusually large amount, and when she brought it out, a white porcelain bowl was filled to the brim.
She didn't pay him any mind and sat down at the dining table.
She seemed to be in a bad mood. Obviously unable to finish it, yet she kept shoveling food into her mouth aggressively, occasionally furrowing her delicate eyebrows as she ate.
Ethan Laurent watched her silently, his gaze growing darker.
He was the one who got inexplicably yelled at, he hadn't even lost his temper, so what was she sulking about?
