Summer Ford paused, her gaze subtly shifted in his direction.
When Ethan Laurent saw the name displayed on the phone, he seemed startled for a few seconds before picking it up.
A subtle expression, not even needing to see the phone screen, Summer could guess who was calling.
Sure enough, Ethan's next words confirmed her suspicion.
"Raine, what's up?" He answered the call in a calm voice.
"Have you had lunch? My home's chef prepared a whole table; would you like to come over and join?" Raine Sullivan's voice was soft, soothing to hear.
The villa was very quiet, the voices of the two on the call were amplified, and Summer, standing at the kitchen door, could hear them.
In her hands, she still held two plates, which contained two portions of freshly fried noodles, looking rather plain, without any garnish, much less compared to the grand feast prepared by Raine's professional chef.
