Lord arranged Ethan Quinn's meal. Once everything was ready, he slipped out quietly. Of course, he didn't go far. Instead, he stood guard at the door to stop anyone witless from wandering over.
"Go on, eat." It was already almost one in the afternoon; the shoot had indeed been delayed for quite a while.
Ethan Quinn leaned back on the sofa, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Sis, I'm a little tired."
Amelia Lockhart: ?
"So, can you feed me?" The end of Ethan Quinn's sentence carried a flirtatious lilt. He said it with such casual, straightforward confidence, openly waiting for her to act.
Amelia Lockhart considered for two seconds before picking up his chopsticks.
'We fell asleep in each other's arms last night. Compared to that, feeding him is nothing.'
Ethan Quinn ate his lunch with great satisfaction, cleaning his plate so thoroughly that Amelia Lockhart couldn't help but worry. "Are you sure it's okay for you to eat so much?"
It was rare to see him eat so much.
