Ethan Laurent watched her impassively, his gaze wandering up and down her body.
Summer Ford seemed unaware of him behind her, still instructing the attendant about the clothes with her back to him.
She spoke in Veridian, so fluent and with such pure pronunciation.
Her voice was beautiful, and it seemed that any language she spoke sounded particularly pleasant, her clear, melodious voice wrapped around the ear like a gentle veil brushing the face, soothing.
Perhaps her clothes were soaked through and cold, as she occasionally coughed while speaking.
After finishing a phone call, she turned her head, preparing to walk inside, her gaze unintentionally met his directly.
Summer was startled by him, a fleeting look of panic on her face.
Why did you come out without making a sound?
