He seemed anxious to go back and do something, taking large strides.
Summer Ford's clothes were even disheveled, not yet tidied.
Halfway through their walk, Ethan Laurent suddenly draped a jacket over her, wrapping her securely.
They got in the car one after the other, and the black sports car sped away.
Filled with tension, they returned to the hotel, and as soon as the door opened, Summer was pulled inside.
Their suite had an open-air balcony, beyond which stretched the hotel's garden.
Ethan held her and walked towards the balcony, meanwhile undoing her clothes.
Upon reaching the balcony, whether it was the hotel's distinctive hourly feature or not, outside, all the fountains suddenly surged forth with a roar.
In the sky, the sound of fireworks bursting accompanied the scene.
Various colors of radiant light interwove, embellishing the area in front of the balcony in a shimmering display.
