Her silence only fueled Watt Bennet’s anger further.
However, in front of others, he didn’t explode at Sumr Sutton.
"Leave with now, and I won’t ask any questions." His face cold, he turned his gaze to her once more.
Yet, Sumr Sutton just stood there, silent.
All her dicine was still in the castle; she couldn’t leave yet!
Her silence reignited the anger Watt had just swallowed.
"Sumr Sutton!" He gritted his teeth, growling her na softly.
Sumr didn’t dare look at his expression; her face hung low, "I owe soone a lot, I can’t go back with you now."
"What do you owe?" Watt pressed.
Sumr Sutton remained silent in response to his question.
She owed Manuel Ink a lot.
Owed him several lives, owed him for disregarding Old Master Ink’s orders to help her steal herbs, owed him for assisting her on multiple occasions.
Manuel Ink had never asked for any repaynt, but that didn’t an she could justifiably enjoy all his help!
Sumr didn’t directly explain but instead called Marshall Quinn, asking him to co over.
"Take the young master back first!" She instructed, then turned to head towards Manuel Ink.
"Stop right there!" Behind her, Watt shouted coldly at her retreating figure.
Sumr ignored him and continued on her way.
She quickened her pace as she walked.
"Sumr Sutton!" The yelling behind her seed to grow more irritable.
Sumr didn’t dare look back as she headed towards the villa’s exit.
Manuel Ink didn’t look towards Watt Bennet and followed behind her.
Watt’s sight stiffly tracked the pair as they moved, and even from a distance, Sumr could feel the piercingly cold glare from his eyes.
She dared not et his gaze; once outside, she hurriedly got into the car.
Manuel followed her in without asking anything, rely signaling the driver to start the car.
In the garden.
Marshall Quinn looked in the direction where Sumr left, then glanced at Watt, not understanding what had happened.
They had already found her; why wasn’t Miss Sutton willing to return with the young master?
...
On the way back to the hotel, Sumr Sutton was unusually quiet throughout.
She didn’t utter a word, nor did Manuel Ink, who didn’t even disturb her silence.
Eventually, it was Sumr who, unable to hold back as they entered the hotel, asked, "Aren’t you curious about his identity?"
Manuel paused, turned his head slowly towards her, and gently shook his head.
"Not curious."
If he wanted to know Watt Bennet’s identity, it wouldn’t be difficult.
If he asked soone to investigate, he’d have all the information about Watt in less than half an hour.
But he didn’t do so.
Manuel just felt that when Sumr Sutton wanted to tell him, she’d willingly share everything.
The things she didn’t want to discuss, he’d never question.
This left Sumr stunned, unable to co to her senses for quite a while.
"It’s late, go get so rest!" Manuel Ink walked ahead, already entering the elevator.
Sumr snapped back to reality and followed him.
...
In the villa, Watt Bennet gazed absentmindedly in the direction where Sumr Sutton had left.
He couldn’t accept that Sumr had appeared before him yet was unwilling to leave with him.
Sitting aimlessly in the garden for a while, he slowly wheeled himself towards the host of the banquet.
Looking up, he stared at the busy host and asked coldly, "I want to know the identity of the other party."
He didn’t specify who it was.
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