Sumr Sutton’s gaze lingered on him, her eyes staying a bit longer.
She hadn’t known Manuel Ink for long, but Sumr Sutton could see all the goodness he had shown her.
In this world, besides Adrian Walyon, perhaps Manuel Ink was truly one of the few who treated her well.
"Thank you, Manuel," Sumr Sutton had owed Manuel Ink so much, yet all she could say to him was just that sentence.
Manuel Ink rely smiled softly, signaling for her to get in the car before he turned and headed back into the airport.
His back, long, aloof, cold, just like when Sumr Sutton first saw him.
He was the high and mighty moon, the purest moonlight in Sumr Sutton’s eyes.
He was sacred, untouchable, yet Sumr Sutton never expected that one day, when the moonlight shone upon her, it would be warm like the sun.
She just stood outside the airport hall, watching Manuel Ink’s figure leave, disappear, until the private plane of the Ink Family ascended, flying overhead, and Sumr Sutton still hadn’t left.
She lifted her face and gazed at the airplane in the sky.
Regardless of whether Manuel Ink could hear her voice, she shouted aloud towards the sky, "Thank you, Manuel!"
Her voice was loud enough to be heard across the airport, her mood seed sowhat joyful.
On the plane, Manuel Ink seed to have heard it.
He turned his face slightly and glanced at her down on the ground.
The distance between them was indeed sowhat far, neither could see each other clearly, but their eyes t across the space.
Sumr Sutton’s neck craned high as she gazed at the sky until Manuel Ink’s airplane disappeared in the air, only then did she hail a taxi to Watt Bennet’s villa.
When she arrived, Watt Bennet was not there.
After entering the house, Sumr Sutton tidied up the villa, played with Unity for a while, but still hadn’t waited for his return, so she turned on the TV to watch.
She tuned into the news channel, soone of Watt Bennet’s status was often featured on news, almost guaranteed to catch a glimpse of him.
When Sumr Sutton switched to the news channel, Watt Bennet was being interviewed by reporters about the newly launched perfu series by Shining Sky.
In the cara, he spoke effortlessly, just like Adrian Walyon in the past, as long as the cara switched to his face, it was sure to focus everyone’s attention on him.
Sumr Sutton watched him like this for a while, finishing his interview, and seeing it was still early, she went to the kitchen to prepare a dinner.
She hadn’t had a al with him for quite so ti, so Sumr Sutton prepared this al abundantly.
When the al was ready, it was seven o’clock.
Checking the ti, she reckoned Watt Bennet should be coming back.
Sumr Sutton sat on the sofa, waiting for a mont.
Unexpectedly, even by eight, Watt Bennet’s figure hadn’t appeared.
Alone, Sumr Sutton had little appetite to eat, so she continued waiting.
By nine, Watt Bennet hadn’t returned, even at ten, and eleven, the house was still without sight of him.
This made Sumr Sutton pause in surprise.
She could understand him coming ho late, but not coming back at all was sothing Sumr Sutton couldn’t comprehend.
Sumr Sutton thought perhaps Shining Sky had been too busy these days, and he was working overti at the company, not bothering him with a phone call.
That night, she stayed alone at Watt Bennet’s villa.
The next day, she didn’t go to the company; first, she took the herbs she brought back from the Ink Family to find Alexander Winslow.
The Ink Family didn’t tell Sumr Sutton precisely how the dicine was researched or the proportion of each herb.
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