"Are you feeling unwell?" Ethan Laurent watched her intently, without a hint of expression.
"No, aren't we having dinner soon?" Summer Ford calmly countered.
Ethan realized she had a point about the meal, and after some thought, he agreed.
The place he had taken her didn't even have dining facilities; they needed to handle dinner first.
"Alright, let's head back!" He turned the car around and drove her toward the villa near them.
After arriving home, Summer Ford went into the bathroom again, though it wasn't clear what she did.
However, she came out quickly, not arousing Ethan's suspicion.
She prepared a very simple dinner, the table was filled with white and green dishes, not a single meat dish.
Ethan didn't mind; he generally wasn't picky about what she prepared.
After dinner, Summer Ford went straight upstairs to sleep.
Lately, she seemed to be more inclined to sleep, going to bed before ten and waking up quite late.
