Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Sumr Sutton indifferently.
"I’ll take you inside! You see, it’s quite inconvenient for you with the wheelchair to go up and down the steps." Sumr Sutton ignored his gaze, treating it as air, and placed her hand on his wheelchair, pushing him slowly into the house as if it were her own ho.
As she walked, she eyed the villa, surveying everywhere.
The villa’s design was simple, featuring a crescent-shaped lake, a fountain, and the rest of the garden was filled entirely with Blue Bell flowers.
The wind gently passed through, and wherever you walked in the villa, a faint floral scent could be slled.
It was just like the scent on Sumr Sutton.
Sumr Sutton quietly stared at the garden for a while, then carefully lifted the wheelchair up a step before pushing the man inside the house.
At the entrance to the main house, she looked at the tightly closed door, turned her head, and naturally started searching for the key on the man in the wheelchair. "Where’s the key? Let help you open the door!"
Actually, the villa’s door is a fingerprint lock, as was the previous garden gate of the sa type.
Sumr Sutton’s small hands searched the man for quite a while, touched the places she should have, inadvertently brushed against the places she shouldn’t have several tis, and still found nothing. She raised her face and smiled awkwardly, "I forgot, you don’t need a key for these locks."
The man in the wheelchair stared at her face expressionlessly.
Why did he feel that she was genuine just now?
Sumr Sutton stood to the side, still waiting for him to open the door.
Seeing him make no movent, she shot him several looks.
The man took a deep breath and coldly reminded her, "Isn’t it ti Miss Sutton heads back?"
"I need to see you safely inside to feel at ease. You see, with your injured leg, everything is quite inconvenient, like going up and down stairs. There’s probably only you at ho, right? If anything happens, there’s no one to help you. I’ve already brought you back, so I should see it through to the end," Sumr Sutton smiled, making her reason for staying sound grand and righteous.
However, what she got in return were the man’s indifferent words, "I don’t need it!"
"But you helped in the bathroom just now. As soone with a conscience, I can’t leave without repaying you," she had no intention of leaving, standing leisurely to the side, still waiting for him to open the door.
The man seed helpless against her, and they were at a stalemate for quite a while. In the end, he reluctantly stood up and opened the door.
His leg injury must be severe; even this simple action made cold sweat break out on his forehead as he stood.
He stood for less than a second before collapsing heavily back into the wheelchair.
Sumr Sutton felt imnse heartache seeing this, her eyes suddenly turned a little sore.
It’s been almost more than twenty days since the accident, yet it’s still so painful. How serious was the injury at the ti?
The man raised his eyes and t hers, seeing her eyes suddenly turn red, his expression froze for a mont.
After a brief silence, he casually said, "I’m fine."
Whether or not these simple three words counted as comforting her was unclear.
Sumr Sutton snapped back to reality, proceeded to push him inside the house with her head down.
"Your injury will get better!" She wasn’t even in the dical field and didn’t know the condition of the man’s leg injury, yet she spoke with great certainty.
"I’ll go make you dinner!" Acting as if she were the villa’s owner as well, she settled the man in the living room and turned towards the kitchen.
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