Ethan Laurent glanced lightly at the sheet in her hand, walked over slowly, and stared at her face. He leisurely teased, "Your face is so red, what are you thinking about?"
"There's a lot waiting for me to do, I'll head out first." Summer Ford was so embarrassed she could hardly stand it. She hastily tidied up his bed, grabbing the sheet and walking out with her head down.
Her face was still red all the way out, and she didn't hand the sheet to the cleaning staff but went back to her room to wash it by hand.
It was afternoon when Ethan Laurent finally left his room.
When he came down, Summer Ford wasn't in the lobby.
He froze for a moment, then turned towards the garden.
Although the hotel was small, it had a very beautiful garden.
The afternoon sun was warm, as if it had a soft texture.
The garden was very quiet, and from a distance, there was only Summer Ford leaning on a wicker chair, resting.
