Since they’re husband and wife, why should he care so much?
Even if Sumr Sutton wakes up tomorrow and realizes what happened, what can she do to him?
Watt Bennet feels that forcing things like this between him and Sumr Sutton is really not a big deal.
He’s not really forcing himself now; he just didn’t ask for her opinion in advance.
If Sumr Sutton were awake right now, she might not be unwilling to do this with him.
The more he thinks about it, the more Watt Bennet feels it’s okay to go ahead directly.
However, as he almost undressed Sumr Sutton and looked at her having no reaction at all, Watt Bennet felt a bit bored.
Clearly, he could choose to do these things when she is awake, so why choose to wait until she’s unconscious?
He pulled the sheet over Sumr Sutton, covering her tightly, then lay flat beside her and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep.
Tonight is sowhat hard to endure.
Beside him is the woman who had shared countless intimate nights with him, nearly unclothed, and yet lying together like this, Watt Bennet couldn’t sleep.
This feeling is indescribably uncomfortable.
Tossing and turning on the bed, he didn’t know how many tis he changed positions, and it was nearly dawn before he managed to sleep for a while.
Shortly after he fell asleep, Sumr Sutton woke up.
She opened her eyes and intently stared at the man beside her.
Her gaze slowly moved from the man’s chest to his face, staring fixedly, she was dazed for quite a while without snapping out of it.
The mask Watt Bennet had worn on his face was sohow removed.
It was actually Sumr Sutton herself who took it off after getting drunk last night, but she doesn’t rember.
Sumr Sutton only rembers going to a restaurant with Ariella Sawyer to eat and drink, and nothing else.
Waking up early to see such a familiar face before her, Sumr Sutton was shocked.
Staring dumbly at Watt Bennet’s face for quite a while, she uncertainly raised a hand to his face, pinching and touching.
Her behavior was very brazen.
Her soft hand kept moving all over Watt Bennet’s face, nearly feeling it completely, and her brows and eyes slowly turned into a smile.
Actually, from the first ti she saw Watt Bennet, Sumr Sutton knew what he looked like beneath the mask.
But at the mont he really took off the mask, seeing his face brought an inevitable joy to Sumr Sutton.
Ninety-nine percent certainty differs from final confirmation, and the feeling holds a tiny difference.
Seeing his face, all her past worries vanished, and Sumr Sutton felt the distance between them grew closer.
She continued staring at Watt Bennet, with a sowhat smug expression as she smiled.
"You’re not allowed to drink anymore!" Watt Bennet tossed her a sentence, pulling off the sheet and getting out of bed.
Lazily heading to the bathroom, he turned on the water with a splash and quickly freshened up.
"What’s wrong with drinking?" Sumr Sutton followed him, rubbing her dizzy head, joining him in the bathroom.
"By the way, did I do anything last night?" Standing beside him, naturally squeezing in, Sumr Sutton bent down and washed her face.
Watt Bennet paused and turned his face to look at her for a mont before calmly replying, "So what if you did?"
Sumr Sutton was dumbstruck for a mont at his words, as if doubting whether she heard correctly.
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