Jennifer Sullivan closed her eyes in resignation and then reopened them, surprised to see Quentin Tyler appear again when she thought he had already gone to bed in another room.
She turned to face him with an awkward smile. “I didn’t eat dinner, and I found that I get really hungry after waking up from being unconscious.”
Quentin Tyler let out a cold snort, extending his long arm to grab a large carton of milk from the fridge over her shoulder. “Eating too much at night isn’t good for your health.”
“Oh.” Jennifer thought she’d just finish her hot chocolate and head to bed, though she still felt like she hadn’t eaten enough. However, being in an unfamiliar place made it inconvenient to cook anything more substantial.
When she saw Quentin Tyler about to pour the milk straight from the fr
