"Good morning, Mrs. Laurent!" Leaning lazily against the headboard, he greeted her.
Summer Ford especially loved this feeling.
Two-person room, sunlight quietly spilling in, waking up next to someone she cherished.
She stared at him for a while and smiled faintly at him, "Good morning, Mr. Laurent!"
Ethan Laurent's lips twitched slightly, wanting to lift the covers and get out of bed, but just as Summer Ford finished speaking, another voice suddenly chimed in, "Good morning, you two!"
The child's voice, coming from outside the door, seemed deliberately raised, with particular vigor.
Leo's.
Summer Ford, "..."
Ethan Laurent, "..."
Ethan Laurent was particularly speechless at Leo, rubbing his temples with his fingertips, his voice indifferent, "Anything you need?"
"Grandpa asked me to tell you that breakfast is ready!" Leo raised his voice to remind them.
"Go ahead downstairs!" Ethan Laurent replied casually, lifting the covers and getting out of bed.
