The man beside her cast a cold gaze her way, as icy as the sound of shattering ice that Summer Sutton could almost hear.
Summer Sutton felt a chill from his stare, barely daring to speak as she helped him into the house with her head down.
She hadn't been here for several days, and upon arriving, she took on the role of a diligent homemaker, tidying up the villa thoroughly. Afterwards, she went out to buy some groceries and began preparing dinner.
Considering that he had been relying on takeout during her absence, Summer's dinner was a sumptuous spread, all nourishing dishes, as if worried he hadn't been cared for properly and had lost weight.
For the two-person dinner, she prepared seven or eight dishes. Once they were all placed on the dining table, Summer called out to the man in the living room, "Dinner is ready; we can eat now!"
The man in the living room came over with a stern expression, wheeling himself in his wheelchair without a word, sitting down quietly.
