Ethan Laurent kept it in mind but said nothing in front of Summer Ford.
"Let me check your injury." Following her into the car, he pulled over her head, brushed aside her hair, and inspected her forehead.
A large bruise and some swelling, nothing more.
"Wait here." He glanced around the street where they were, shut the car door with his hand turned backward, and left for a while.
When he reappeared, a bag of medication was in his hand.
Summer Ford stared at the bag in his hand, momentarily stunned.
He bought medicine, probably to heal the bruise.
Opening the bottle, he lifted her hair and used a cotton swab to gently apply the medicine to her forehead.
His movements were exceptionally gentle, a stark contrast to his cold expression.
"I'm okay," Summer Ford reminded him.
"From now on, I'll assign a driver for you or wait for me to pick you up." Ethan Laurent ignored her comment, finishing applying the medicine on the swab and putting away the bottle.
