Maxim Sinclair stayed downstairs for a while, then went into the kitchen, personally cooked a bowl of noodle soup, and brought it upstairs.
It seemed to be prepared for Summer Lowell.
On the second floor, in the bedroom, Summer, who had just woken up, was wrapped in a blanket, leaning against the headboard, staring out the window in a daze.
When Maxim Sinclair pushed the door open, she didn't react at all. Maxim didn't mind her indifference, put the tray on the small table in the room, and called her: "You haven't eaten all day, your body surely can't handle it. Come have a bowl of soup noodles, and if you're still tired, take a bath after the meal and rest, it'll help you feel better."
Too exhausted to quarrel with him, Summer lifted the blanket, picked up the robe that had fallen on the floor, and put it on right in front of Maxim.
Then she walked to the table, held the bowl, and wolfed down the food; she was truly starving, her stomach ached with hunger.
