After Watt Bennet arrived, he walked slowly from the airport towards the main house and bumped into the Old Master halfway.
"Oh wow!" The Old Master looked at him, taunting with a sarcastic tone, "She made it crystal clear she doesn’t want to leave with you, so why are you even here?"
Watt ignored him, stepped past him, and stood where he had stood yesterday.
He glanced inside, looking for a glimpse of Sumr Sutton.
But even after scanning the entire hall, he couldn’t catch even a shadow of her.
He wasn’t as restless as yesterday; he quietly continued waiting outside.
Once he ca, he would wait all day.
No eating, no drinking, not afraid of the scorching sumr sun.
For an entire day, he didn’t manage to leave with Sumr Sutton, and for the next several days, he showed up at the Ink Family residence every day, right on ti.
This continued for a week. Just as Sumr Sutton was on the brink of breaking down watching him like this, Watt’s presence disappeared from the Ink Family’s ho.
Not seeing him, Sumr Sutton felt a surprising sense of relief.
She hoped that in her absence, he could maintain his normal life, eat three als a day on schedule, rest on ti, and continue working as usual.
Why wear himself out so much over her?
After Watt left, Sumr Sutton developed a habit of checking dostic news.
Almost every day, she would follow news about Shining Sky.
From ti to ti, she would catch glimpses of Watt in the news.
He seed to be just like before; wherever he appeared, it was as if he brought light with him, still so spirited.
This brought a sigh of relief to Sumr Sutton.
...
It seed the Old Master Ink had soone investigate Watt’s background, holding a newspaper that featured him.
"The new chief of Shining Sky, huh? So young and yet so volatile, picking fights without considering whose territory he’s barging into!"
He snorted, showing blatant disdain for Watt.
His gaze unexpectedly swept towards Sumr Sutton, who was tidying up the living room. He suddenly uttered, "Actually, I think you’re right not to leave with that guy! There are plenty of excellent n in the world, but only one with such a hot temper. Miss one tree, and a whole forest awaits you, isn’t that right?"
He was trying to persuade Sumr Sutton to give up on Watt.
Sumr Sutton was speechless, paused her cleaning, and lifted her face, shooting him a glare, "Grandpa Ink!"
"What did I say wrong? It’s the truth." Old Master Ink snorted, shifting his gaze to Manuel Ink, who was just coming downstairs.
Giving Manuel a thorough once-over, he earnestly gave his opinion, "I think our Manuel here is quite remarkable. I believe you two would make a good match. Good family background, good person, and handso to boot. Most importantly, he treats you well. Oh my, whose grandson is he, so perfect!"
He spoke bluntly, not worried about making Sumr Sutton uncomfortable, filled with pride for Manuel Ink.
Sumr Sutton was dumbfounded for a while, utterly speechless at him.
Manuel Ink turned his face slightly, unobtrusively stealing glances at Sumr Sutton.
Sumr Sutton’s eyes darted around as if the Old Master had put her in an awkward spot and she didn’t know where to focus her gaze.
"What do you say, am I right?" The Old Master seed oblivious to her discomfort and even playfully nudged her with his elbow, and not gently at that.
He was forcefully pushing Sumr Sutton to give her opinion on Manuel Ink.
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