Summer Ford just didn't look very well, but her forehead temperature was still normal.
Ethan Laurent quickly helped her pack up her things, stood up, and lifted her horizontally.
"How did you get sick?" He asked softly while walking her towards the sofa.
Without explaining his trip to the sea, Summer Ford summarized briefly with four words, "Water problem."
Ethan Laurent's face, which had just calmed down, turned somber again at her perfunctory answer.
However, he did not pursue the matter with her.
"Have you eaten?" Holding her in front of the sofa, he didn't let her go, but instead placed her on his lap.
"Not yet." Summer Ford replied softly.
"I'll order food." Ethan Laurent took out his phone, made a call to the hotel's service area, and twenty minutes later, a waiter came up with dinner for two.
