A French hotel, yet the breakfast served was Chinese, a large spread of light porridge and small buns.
Summer Ford stared at the heap of food, slightly dazed.
"Did you ask someone to prepare this?"
"It's good for someone with a fever." Aiden Lennox replied calmly, placing a large pile of bowls and cutlery onto a tray, then setting it in front of her bed.
He seemed intent on feeding her, but just as he picked up a bowl, Summer Ford refused, "I'll do it myself."
Aiden Lennox didn't insist and let go.
Summer Ford took the spoon, tasted a few sips of porridge, and suddenly remembered last night's call.
Last night she was confused, now her mind was clear.
When Ethan Laurent called, Aiden Lennox hung up—it was very clear what that meant!
Summer Ford suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
"The ticket to return home is booked for today, do I need to postpone it?" Aiden Lennox scrutinized her, seeing something amiss in her state, and asked tentatively.
