When Ethan Laurent returned home with Summer Ford from the resort hotel, it was already very late.
The villa was very dark; even the main house hadn't left a light on for him, only a few lamps in the garden and by the front gate were dimly lit.
When he opened the hall door and walked in, Summer Ford was already asleep.
Leo was still there too, the two of them curling up into a ball, nestled on the sofa, each holding a pillow, leaning sloppily against each other, looking very much like a pair of siblings.
Leo's personality was like his father's, not really someone who easily gets close to others, yet he was particularly close to Summer Ford.
It was evident, he really liked her.
Ethan Laurent strolled over leisurely and stood beside them, first glancing at Leo, then shifting his gaze to Summer Ford's face.
