Sumr Sutton’s skirt was thin, brushing lightly against her thighs as she walked, creating a scene that stirred up so heat in Watt Bennet.
It was already hot in the sumr, and the kitchen had no air conditioning, so after Watt ca in and stayed for a while, he felt even hotter.
Sumr was still washing fruit, and Watt stared at her until, suddenly, he embraced her from behind.
With just a slight pull, Sumr’s body stiffened and she fell onto his lap.
"Tell , what kind of spell have you put on ?" His face leaned close to hers, his voice hoarse as he whispered by her ear.
Sumr rolled her eyes.
What did this have to do with her?
It was his own lack of self-control.
In the sumr, it got dark late. At around five o’clock, it was still bright outside, and anyone walking by the villa garden might see everything in the kitchen.
Sumr was afraid of him in these past few days, worried he’d try sothing right in the kitchen, so she stood up quickly and pushed him, "Get out! Get out! I’ll handle it myself."
Watt was helpless.
He hadn’t even started doing anything yet!
Sumr didn’t care about any of that and forcibly pushed him out.
Although she had many grievances against Watt, she still prepared a rich dinner.
Ever since she ca back from M Country, it was the first proper al she was having with him!
She had carefully prepared a table full of holy dishes, and Sumr was the first to sit at the dining table.
Watt followed her into the dining room, his first sight landing on the dishes on the table.
He was quite self-aware, knowing Sumr had been dissatisfied with him recently, and he was afraid she would prepare als only for herself, like before.
It seed like he was afraid Sumr would say sothing like that the next second, so he quickly pulled out a chair and sat down, picking up his chopsticks to eat his share.
Watt ate this al quickly, finishing most of the food on the table in just a few bites.
Sumr watched him, gave a cold smile.
If he continued coming ho late at night, she wouldn’t even leave him a grain of rice in the house, let alone als!
After the dinner, both carrying mixed feelings, they finished eating and went back to their room, with Watt heading to the bathroom.
Sumr followed him in, constantly watching him.
She actually wanted to wait for him to finish showering so she could help him apply so ointnt, but clearly, Watt misunderstood her intention.
With a sidelong glance at her, Watt raised an eyebrow, "Want to join?"
"You’re overthinking," Sumr threw back a comnt, leaning against the door waiting for him.
"Babe, if you don’t plan on joining, don’t look at like that. You know my self-control," Watt casually reminded her.
"Hurry up and shower!" Sumr gave him a push and turned to leave the bathroom.
Sitting down on the sofa, she waited for Watt for a while.
Listening to the sound of water inside, Sumr suddenly felt a bit nervous.
What if the dicine Alexander Winslow researched didn’t work, what would they do?
Watt ca out ten minutes later.
Walking out, he was drying the water in his hair.
Sumr took the towel from his hand and pushed him to sit on the sofa, "Let help you."
She quickly helped him dry his hair, then put the towel aside before sitting down close to him.
"I got so ointnt from a friend who studies dicine recently. It’s supposed to be very effective for leg injuries, let’s give it a try!"
Regardless of his consent, Sumr started rolling up Watt’s pant leg.
Watt seed to have lost faith in any dication, furrowing his brows.
"No need." He pressed down on her hand, stopping her movent.
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