Ethan Laurent stood in the middle of the living room, gazing at her sleeping loosely on the sofa, and slowly walked over to her.
She seemed to be in a deep sleep, arms wrapped around Dolly, legs curled up, and her delicate brows slightly furrowed as if she were dreaming of something.
Her bones were originally slender, and curled up like this, she looked especially frail and helpless, a stark contrast to the stubborn woman she was during the day.
Ethan's gaze slowly traveled over her body, bending down to carry her to the room upstairs, but his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of her bare feet.
Summer Ford's feet were delicate and petite, as smooth and radiant as a high-quality jade carving.
But now, there were several abrasions, large and small, from her heels to her toes, looking rather fierce against her fair feet.
