Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering! Chapter 867: As Many Abs as Him

Sumr Sutton ignored his gaze and supported him towards the bathroom.

Bringing him to the bathtub, she raised her hand, wanting to unbutton his clothes.

However, he seed quite awkward, and just as Sumr’s hand touched the buttons on his shirt, he grabbed her wrist.

Sumr disregarded it, pushed his hand away, and continued to unbutton his shirt.

After taking off his shirt and tossing it aside, she didn’t proceed to the next step but instead closely stared at the man’s abdon.

Her gaze ran up and down his body, scrutinizing him for a while, she suddenly blurted out, "Your abs, they are just like his."

How well did she know Adrian Walyon?

Sumr Sutton had never seriously thought about this question.

It wasn’t until Adrian Walyon left, and this man appeared in front of her, that Sumr realized how deeply she and Adrian understood each other without even noticing.

So deep that just by holding hands, they knew who the other was.

So deep that they didn’t need to see his face; just by his figure or even his back, they could confirm his identity.

And now, there was this way through the body.

The man was stunned for a mont after her words, evidently not expecting Sumr Sutton to say sothing like that.

He didn’t admit it, and Sumr didn’t press him.

She didn’t dwell on this topic; her hand slowly moved down to help him unzip his pants.

Just as she was about to pull his pants off, the man’s cold voice suddenly sounded from above her head, "Get out!"

He spoke sternly, and the contours of his face instantly stiffened.

"Then wash yourself! Call when you’re done," Sumr Sutton pursed her lips, withdrew her hands, turned her back, and headed out of the bathroom.

As she was about to leave the bathroom door, she turned to glance at him, and suddenly added, "If you find it difficult at any point, you can call ."

The man’s face beneath the mask seed to stiffen for a mont.

Sumr Sutton turned her head and went towards the bedroom.

In the bathroom, after that, ca the sound of water splashing.

The man stayed inside for quite a while; Sumr had been out for half an hour, and he still hadn’t finished washing.

Sumr Sutton’s gaze followed in the direction of the bathroom, her heart tightening slightly.

With his injuries so severe, there must be many instances when it’s inconvenient for him to wash himself, right?

Staring quietly at the bathroom door, pondering for a while, seeing no sign of him coming out, Sumr didn’t want to care so much, and within a few steps, she ca to the bathroom door, banging it open.

Her abrupt appearance seed to montarily startle the man inside.

"Let help you!" Sumr Sutton naturally walked in, squatted down by the bathtub, took the towel from his hand, and began to wipe his body.

The man still wore the mask, probably as a defense against her, not even taking it off while bathing.

With no clothes on, Sumr could clearly see every part of his body.

His leg was injured, probably internally, as there were no visible wounds, but there were several scars elsewhere on his body.

Sumr’s fingertips gently brushed over the still prominent scars, her chest tightening in pain.

Were these scars also left from the accident back then?

As Sumr looked at them, her eyes suddenly blurred.

Without knowing what she was thinking, she lowered her face, and her lips suddenly pressed against the man’s scars...