Sumr Sutton handed him a piece, her lips gently curling into a sweet smile, "Try it?"
Watt Bennet sat quietly, took the cake from her hand, said nothing, and buried his face to take a bite.
He lightly pursed his lips, savoring the subtle lting of the cake in his mouth, his expression looked sowhat better.
He had never been a fan of sweets. Anything sweet, he almost never touched.
However, the cake made by Sumr Sutton, he quietly ate it from start to finish.
Sumr Sutton cut him as much as he would eat, without complaint.
Sumr Sutton quietly watched his silent profile from the side, her lips unconsciously bending.
Watt Bennet...
Watt Bennet...
She repeatedly recited his na in her heart.
Does he know that now, he is just like Adrian Walyon; anything she makes, whether he likes it or not, whether he can eat it or not, he would quietly eat it all?
Is it because he doesn’t want to waste her effort?
Sumr Sutton still didn’t know why he wouldn’t admit his identity, disguising coldness before her, yet never truly rejecting her once.
How could she stop loving him like this?
Sumr Sutton had already decided, when he is Adrian Walyon, she loves Adrian.
Now he’s called Watt Bennet, then the person she loves from now on is Watt Bennet!
Sitting close by, Sumr Sutton squeezed beside him, pressing his hand that was still sending cake into his mouth, Sumr leaned down, using his teaspoon to bring the cake he served into her mouth.
"If you can’t eat anymore, don’t force it. You don’t like sweets; I’ll try a different flavor next ti." She tossed him a sentence and ate all the remaining cake from his plate into her stomach.
The man beside her seed stunned for a mont, as if he hadn’t expected her to see through his thoughts so transparently.
Sumr Sutton slightly furrowed her brows, seriously contemplating what flavor he might like.
As she thought, she lifted her face and teased, "How about next ti I make it sour, add a few lemons? Sour might suit your taste."
Jealousy is exactly what Adrian Walyon loves to do?
Sour must be his favorite!
Behind Watt Bennet’s mask, his face visibly darkened, his expression so foul that it couldn’t be hidden.
Sumr Sutton looked at his changed expression, her mood inexplicably turned better.
She wanted to laugh, but her head got smacked.
Watt Bennet didn’t hold back, the slap left Sumr a bit dizzy.
"It hurts, be gentle, be gentle!" she muttered softly, quickly tidied up the dishes, and turned to the kitchen.
Tonight she still had no intention of leaving.
After so busy monts in the kitchen, she erged to see Watt Bennet on the sofa dealing with company matters. Sumr Sutton didn’t disturb him, instead, she wandered around the living room, picking up items placed around the house to examine.
Watt Bennet’s villa had many bottles of perfu, presumably for him to study.
Sumr Sutton thought the scents might be diverse, yet upon opening them one by one, they all carried the fragrance of Blue Bell.
Sumr Sutton opened a bottle and deeply inhaled, her gaze from the corner of her eye glanced at the man focused on his work, she suddenly felt a bit comforted.
It’s clear that what he likes is very consistent, whether in taste or people, it’s the sa.
No wonder he’s the man she loves!
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