...
——Knock knock!
...
Just then, the sound of two gentle knocks suddenly rang out.
"Madam, the porridge is ready," came Sean Morgan's voice from outside the door.
"Just leave it at the door," Summer Shawcross turned her head, glanced at the man holding her from behind, and then continued speaking.
"Okay," Sean Morgan replied, then gently pushed open the bedroom door, placing the tray with porridge inside, and softly closed the door, leaving just a sliver of light to shine in from outside…
Summer paused for a moment, then reached out to try to move the hand resting on her waist.
But when her hand touched his, she clearly felt some... uneven scars.
She was momentarily stunned and then remembered when he grabbed her wrist earlier, she felt that his palm was somewhat damp… Now it seemed that both the palm and the back of his hand were injured?
Just as Summer felt a pang in her heart, the man behind her suddenly released his hand from around her waist.
