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This kind of him made Sumr Sutton montarily frozen, staring at him in a daze, clearly nervous.
Manuel Ink didn’t miss her subtle reaction, observed her for a while, seed sowhat helpless towards her.
With his eyes softly closed, he slowly said, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. Sleep well!"
After throwing this sentence at her, he turned slightly, facing the balcony, and closed his eyes again.
He just sat on the sofa like this to sleep, very adaptable, making do to get through the night since they couldn’t get out.
The Old Master might starve him for a day, but could he really starve him for two days, three days, and keep the door locked?
After Manuel Ink closed his eyes, he seed to fall asleep directly.
Breathing sounds soon gently erged.
Sumr Sutton stared at him for quite a while, her tense nerves relaxed a bit unconsciously.
Actually, she felt at ease being with Manuel Ink.
Manuel Ink and Adrian Walyon are both n who can make her completely drop her guard.
The difference is, Sumr’s trust in Adrian is because they know each other too well, having experienced so much together, reaching the deepest part of each other’s hearts.
Sumr’s assurance with Manuel Ink is due to her trust in his character.
She simply felt that a man like Manuel Ink wouldn’t force her to do anything.
If he wanted to, he had plenty of opportunities.
When she encountered him at sea, they spent many days together on the cruise, Manuel Ink never took any advantage of her.
Later, at Manuel Ink’s private castle, she stayed with him for a few days, yet he still did nothing to her.
Even now at the Ink Family, she’s been here for over ten days, and Manuel Ink still hasn’t done anything.
Even when they traveled together, stayed at hotels, he remained the sa.
Sotis Sumr would think, a remarkable man like Manuel Ink probably wouldn’t resort to forcing won to do sothing they dislike, right?
As Sumr thought about this, she completely put her mind at ease about Manuel Ink.
She climbed into bed, covered herself with the blanket, and before falling asleep, she softly said to Manuel Ink, "Good night, Manuel!"
Her voice was a little low, not caring whether Manuel Ink was already asleep at this ti.
After this self-dialogue, Sumr Sutton closed her eyes.
With the light on in the room, as her breathing sounds began, Manuel Ink’s closed eyes suddenly opened.
Turning his head, he glanced toward Sumr Sutton’s direction.
Seeing she was already completely asleep, he lightly smiled while quirking his lips.
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Sumr Sutton, alone in a room with Manuel Ink, couldn’t really sleep deeply.
The next morning around six o’clock, she woke up.
She went to the door and tried to pull it again.
At this mont the door was still tightly shut.
Manuel Ink, on the other hand, slept peacefully, directly slept till after eight.
At eight-thirty, having just woken up, the quiet hallway for an entire night and most of the dayti finally stirred.
The first thing was the sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of unlocking.
With a clang, the door was pushed open after that.
The Old Master and the caretaker stood outside the door, and as soon as the door was pushed open, the Old Master’s gaze swept inside the room.
He ca with so excitent and a hint of gossiping.
What he expected to see upon entering was Manuel Ink and Sumr Sutton lying together on the bed.
However, what t his eyes upon sweeping the room was Manuel Ink still lying on the sofa, and Sumr Sutton dressed neatly.
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