She ate a bit too much, her actions were ladylike, but the food went into her mouth one mouthful after another, never stopping.
Her thoughts were simple: she had to live well, replenish her strength, save her energy to return home, and wait for the meeting with Adrian Walyon.
Before being able to get in touch with Adrian, nothing else could happen to her, physically either.
Throughout the meal, the man sitting across from her seemed to have a small appetite, barely eating anything, and all the other food on the table was handled by Summer Sutton.
He stared at her for quite a while, probably because he had never seen a woman eat so much.
Summer Sutton finished the food and lifted her face, meeting his gaze. She paused and awkwardly gave an excuse, "The chef here is really good!"
"Is that so? Then eat well at every meal from now on." The man tossed the words at her, heading below the deck before her.
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