Actually, there was something else he didn't say.
And that is, what use is there in keeping things that no longer hold any meaning?
"Your hand is bleeding, let me wipe it for you!" Summer Ford looked at the spot on his palm where the skin was pierced, pressing his hand flat on the table and meticulously wiping it bit by bit with a tissue from the side.
Her movements were gentle, far more gentle than when she treated Ethan Laurent.
Jasper Sheridan watched her with an unruffled expression, then glanced at the necklace around her neck, feeling a sting in his eyes as his gaze reluctantly moved away.
"Summer, I'm fine, you don't need to fuss." Pushing her hand away, he called the waiter to start ordering.
"What do you like to eat?" Placing the menu in front of her, he introduced each dish seriously, "Would you like to try the black truffle tagliatelle with fresh oysters? It's quite tasty! The herb lamb chops are also good, as well as the foie gras here..."
