"It burned out last night, I forgot." She hummed lightly and turned her back to him.
Ethan Laurent was slightly taken aback, staring at her back for a while, chewing over her tone, and his facial features softened a bit.
Her tone had no awkwardness, nor was it flustered, which proved that what she said to Aiden Lennox was at least not unbearable.
Perhaps it was even what he wanted to hear.
The warmth in Ethan Laurent's gaze increased as he tightened his arms around her.
Summer Ford glanced at his hand, leaned her body closer to him, and closed her eyes comfortably.
After a deep sleep through the night, she felt much better when she woke up the next day.
Ethan Laurent was not there; it seemed he had gone to the main house first.
After Summer Ford got up, washed up, and changed clothes, she also went to the main house.
When she arrived, Ethan Laurent was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper, as if waiting for her.
