After spending some time in the kitchen, she quickly made two servings of breakfast. Seeing no sign of Ethan Laurent coming downstairs, she carried the food upstairs.
When she returned to the master bedroom, he was washing up in the bathroom.
The sound of running water was exceptionally clear in the morning ambiance.
As he walked out, he hadn't changed his clothes yet.
He was wearing a bathrobe, the loose garment draping over his tall figure. He casually tied a knot at the waist, with the chest slightly open, revealing a small patch of tan skin, lazy yet sexy.
Summer Ford turned her head, inadvertently staring at him for a few extra moments.
"Didn't get enough of a look last night?" Ethan Laurent strolled over to her, teasing lightly.
"I just happened to glance over there." Summer Ford awkwardly withdrew her gaze, placing the two breakfast plates on the small balcony dining table and sat down nonchalantly, "Breakfast is ready."
