Both Summer and Gideon turned to see her rise from the sofa. "The Woods family knows how to treat its guests. Kayden."
The butler stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"Prepare the guest room for Miss Summer," Georgea instructed. "Make sure she is comfortable. Have the kitchen prepare the dishes she prefers. I don't want to hear a single complaint."
"Yes, Madam." Kayden gestured toward the hallway. "Miss, this way, please."
Summer had no desire to remain there for even a second longer. She opened her mouth to object, but Gideon spoke first.
"Stay tonight," he murmured. "I'll make arrangements for you tomorrow."
Exhaustion weighed her down. All she wanted was a hot shower and sleep. She decided she would leave in the morning, find a hotel, and then look for a place of her own.
"Alright," she said quietly.
She followed the butler down the hall.
Kayden shoved the suitcase toward Summer without care.
"Ouch—" The corner struck her leg, drawing a sharp wince from her.
