The neighbor lady was perceptive enough to tell that Ethan didn't want to talk much. With a warm smile, she tactfully changed the subject. "My apologies. I can't stop talking. My baby girl is starving. I'll have to feed her first. You go ahead. We'll catch up another time."
Ethan nodded slightly. "Okay."
Shifting his attention to the door's keypad, he reached out his finger but stopped in the air when it was about to press the fingerprint sensor.
The neighbor lady, who hadn't left yet, looked at him, puzzled. From her angle, she could see his long finger hovering over the keypad. His handsome face was calm, slightly distracted.
She found it strange, sensing that something might be wrong with the couple, but didn't dare to ask. As suspicions wandered in her mind, she retreated to her ap
