Blinking her clear eyes, there was a strong sense of anticipation in her gaze.
This side of her made the man montarily lost, almost sinking into her eyes, and he almost compliantly agreed with her.
However, reason eventually triumphed over everything.
"Thinking too much." His thin lips uttered these three words lightly, and he gestured slightly with his eyes toward the steering wheel, reminding her to drive.
Sumr Sutton’s gaze visibly dimd.
She was slightly dazed by his words before she slowly started the car.
In that brief silence, what she was thinking, the man in the back seat could actually guess.
His gaze quietly rested on her profile, his lips moved slightly, seemingly wanting to say sothing.
But after struggling for a mont, he ended up saying nothing.
Sumr drove quietly, skillfully following the direction of his villa, parked the car at his residence, and then helped him out of the car.
She was just a fragile little woman, and helping a man with a leg injury who couldn’t walk properly wasn’t that smooth. Just getting him out of the car and onto the wheelchair required all her strength.
The man turned his head and quietly stared at her for a while, his gaze sowhat unfathomable.
Sumr silently pushed him inside, and once inside, without a word, she went straight to the kitchen to busy herself.
Her mood must have sowhat been influenced by what the man said earlier; from driving to getting ho, she hadn’t said a word.
The man watched the direction of the kitchen without a sound, watching her go in and out, wondering how long her mood would last.
Unexpectedly, after dinner was ready, Sumr Sutton brought out the dishes one by one from the kitchen, her trademark smile reappearing on her face. "Dinner’s ready! Now that you can have ho-cooked als both when you go to work and co back, don’t you feel it’s nice to have here?"
Her low spirits were swept away, and she returned to her usual self, the shaless three words seemingly written all over her face at any ti.
The man’s lips twitched a couple of tis, not correcting her words.
Pushing the wheelchair, he slowly moved toward her, and after taking a seat, he quietly began his al.
Sumr, however, didn’t eat. She just quietly watched him.
As she watched, she suddenly blurted out, "You haven’t once asked to leave since you saw today."
The man’s eating paused for a mont, as if choked by her words.
"It seems you’re adapting to pretty quickly!" Sumr’s lips curled slightly, and after sitting down, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating too.
After that, she didn’t say much more, only occasionally helping him with the dishes.
The dinner she prepared was done with great care, mostly aid at aiding his recovery.
In order to help his leg heal faster, she put a lot of thought into it.
The two of them quietly finished dinner, and Sumr made no intention of leaving afterward. Instead, she sat down in the living room.
The man wasn’t sure if it was because he experienced her persistence the night before, or for so other reason, but today he truly hadn’t asked her to leave even once.
He was busying himself with so work downstairs, while Sumr helped tidy up his room upstairs.
The room of a single man wasn’t as tidy as when a woman was around, and since his leg was injured, he probably felt too lazy to tidy up, so his villa was a bit ssy.
Sumr first helped tidy up his bedroom.
As she sorted through his wardrobe, she casually picked up his clothes and looked at them.
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