Kylie looked around but didn't find anyone that looked strange.
"Fine. Forget it. Probably he's just my fan." Kylie pulled Lucy walking back.
"I think so. He had a notebook in his hand when he came here. I bet he wants a signature," Lucy said. "Mr. Parker must scare him away just then."
A notebook?
Kylie was confused.
Why did the mysterious man carry a notebook with him when he followed me here?
If he's one of the paparazzi, he should bring a camera with him.
When they walked back to the living hall, Ethan stepped downstairs.
He put on casual clothes, and his hair seemed soft and fluffy after being blown by the hairdryer.
"Look at you! You're like a 20-year-old young man," Kylie joked.
Ethan hugged Kylie's shoulder and smiled. "I'm 18 in bed at night. Do you want to have a try?"
Hearing that, even Lucy flushed red and went to prepare breakfast in the kitchen.
