Summer Ford was momentarily stunned, suppressing the impulse to get up.
His embrace was strong and firm.
His arms encircled her, pressing her against his chest with a force so deep it felt as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood.
Summer paused slightly, simply allowing him to hold her without saying anything.
The room was silent.
After a while, it was Summer who spoke first.
"You probably haven't had dinner, right? Let me go get you some! Wait for me to come back!" She slipped out of his embrace, grabbed some loose change, and hurried out.
Ethan Laurent sat on the bed, watching her departing figure without a trace of emotion, the corners of his lips slightly curved.
Who would have thought that one day, he would see her running around for him.
Summer was gone for just over ten minutes before she returned, bringing porridge that was steaming hot. On a chilly autumn night, just looking at it made one feel warm.
