Sumr Sutton stiffly held her phone, feeling a bit puzzled.
What was he up to?
"Who called?" Watt Bennet walked out from the room, casually asking.
Sumr Sutton glanced at him, speaking softly, "Jimmy Evans."
Expressionless, she was observing his reaction.
Watt Bennet was taken aback for a mont, "What does he want?"
"Not sure, just set up a eting ti." Sumr Sutton said.
Watt Bennet thought for a mont, then directly shot back, "Don’t go."
"But what if it’s sothing important?" Sumr Sutton reminded him.
"I said, don’t go!" Watt Bennet lifted his face, his attitude firm.
He always disliked Sumr Sutton eting Ryan Walyon, there was no room for negotiation on this.
Sumr Sutton’s lips pursed, she didn’t argue with him.
If not going, then not going, she didn’t have much intention to go anyway.
Without dwelling on this, Sumr Sutton turned and entered the bedroom.
Watt Bennet had just finished showering, the bathroom door was open, steam billowing out, the whole room was shrouded in mist.
He seed to plan on sleeping in the living room tonight; as he walked out, he picked up a thin quilt.
Sumr Sutton’s peripheral vision drifted towards him, seeing him like this made her sowhat displeased.
Now their relationship was already known to everyone, and most importantly, she was still his legal wife, why sleep separately?
While sorting through her pajamas, Sumr Sutton racked her brain on how to break this boundary between them.
Going through tens of her pajamas over and over again, Sumr Sutton originally thought about whether to choose a slightly sexier one that he couldn’t resist.
But rembering last ti when even wrapped in a quilt made Watt Bennet take a cold shower for an hour, she restrained her impulse.
Actually, as long as a man loves you, when two are alone together, there will be feelings.
It has nothing to do with what kind of clothes you wear.
Sumr Sutton stopped worrying about the pajamas, casually picked a T-shirt and shorts, and went into the bathroom to shower.
When she ca out, the quilt on the sofa was already laid out, Watt Bennet seed ready to sleep.
Sumr Sutton, with her two slender and fair comic book girl legs, walked over, and just as he was about to lie down, she swiftly slid into his quilt.
Her movents were very quick, like a nimble cat.
After lying in, she tugged the blanket to cover herself, and Sumr Sutton nonchalantly turned her head to look at him, "Not sleeping?"
The corners of her lips pulled into a shallow arc, her face bearing a sowhat smug smile.
Watt Bennet looked at her with a stern face, seemingly helpless towards her.
Did she really not know why he wasn’t sleeping?
Sumr Sutton actually knew very well in her heart, but she pretended to know nothing, even yawning as she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Her back to him, eyes closed, she quietly paid attention to his movents.
Sumr Sutton silently counted the ti he would lie down beside her, waiting for him, she even subtly tugged at her T-shirt collar.
Although, as said, it didn’t matter what she wore in front of him, but perhaps marginal sacrifice might increase the success rate?
At this point, Sumr Sutton was even thinking if she and he ended up doing those things, how the process would happen.
Would she be on top? Or would he be on top?
Adrian Walyon always liked to be in control in such matters, Sumr Sutton felt certain he wouldn’t let her be on top.
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