Rousseau glanced at her chest with a playful tone, "With a figure like yours?"
What he implied was, with a body as flat as an airport runway, can you actually get any slimmer?
Summer Ford choked on his words, glared at him angrily, but didn't retort.
Ethan Laurent didn't force her to eat anything, didn't dictate what or how much she should eat. If she didn't want to eat, he just let her be.
However, after the meal, when Summer Ford had returned to the bedroom upstairs, she received two warm cups from the maid's hands.
One cup of milk, one cup of multivitamin juice made from various fruits and vegetables.
"Young master Ethan asked me to prepare this, seeing that you didn't eat much at noon, so he had me make this for you to get some nutrition," the maid said, entering the room with a tray and placing the two cups on the table, nodding respectfully before backing out.
