He took off her wet clothes that were sticking to her body, casually hung them on the clothes rack beside him, and raised his hand to wipe the water droplets off her body.
His movements were very meticulous, like he was handling a delicate doll.
He dried the water drops from her freshly soaked hair, then took a large bath towel and wrapped her body in it, absorbing the water droplets on her.
There was no lust in his eyes; they were lowered, focused from beginning to end.
Summer Ford quietly watched his actions, thinking about Tim Sullivan's words, feeling even more uneasy.
Her chest felt like something was blocking it, heavy and stifled, very uncomfortable.
Could his kindness towards her have something to do with Sophie Sullivan?
"Ethan Laurent..." Summer Ford suddenly called him softly.
Ethan Laurent was slightly startled, slowly raised his face, "What's wrong?"
