He placed her on a patch of grass, lifting a small portion of her skirt, his movements gentle as he began to massage her leg.
He didn't know where she had cramped, but followed common sense and massaged her calf, then moved to her thigh.
Summer Ford stiffened but allowed his movements, her face somewhat flushed.
"Feeling better?" Ethan Laurent lifted his head to glance at her, asking lightly.
Summer Ford looked at him expressionlessly, considering how to respond appropriately.
If she said she was better, would he go back on his previous words?
She didn't answer, and Ethan Laurent was unsure of her actual condition. After providing brief care, he picked her up in his arms.
"Where are we going?" Summer Ford asked coldly.
"To get some medicine," Ethan Laurent replied casually, carrying her towards the room.
Entering the villa and heading to the room, Summer Ford watched him attempt to close the door, her face changed in surprise, stopping him in panic, "Hey, wait a moment!"
