Chapter 89

“Big brother, Summer’s been waiting for you to come back.” Summer rubbed her sleepy eyes, voice soft and a bit groggy. She was always a light sleeper—Alexander had only just stepped out, and she’d noticed right away. No doubt he went to see his grandpa. But what did they talk about to make him look that upset when he came back? Alexander let out a low chuckle. “Waiting so we can sleep together?” Summer stared at him in surprise. His deep, beautiful eyes locked onto her with unsettling intensity. Flustered, she quickly looked away, her heart skipping a beat. “I already ran you a bath, big brother. Go ahead and take it.” He didn’t mention his chat with Mr. Barron Sr., and she didn’t dare ask. As she pushed him toward the bathroom, just when she was about to turn and leave, a large, warm hand suddenly grabbed her delicate fingers. “Stay with me, will you?” His voice was husky and magnetic, like some ancient chant that tugged at something inside her. “...” Her cheeks turned crimson in a bl