The room was silent by the bed, Watt didn’t do anything noticeably, yet he didn’t leave either.
Sumr Sutton slightly turned her body, burying her face into the pillow, her eyes slightly opened to a slit, observing his reaction inconspicuously.
Watt stared at her for a long ti, his gaze intense, making the room seem a few degrees warr.
Sumr Sutton’s heartbeat sped up after that.
Between them, an infinite silence.
For Sumr Sutton, it was undoubtedly a trendous tornt.
Recently, her temper had grown quite irritable, she couldn’t wait any longer. Unexpectedly, the man by the bed stared at her for a long mont, then bent over, pulled the sheet, and covered her.
Sumr Sutton’s body was covered thoroughly.
Without lingering, he turned around and headed towards the bathroom.
Sumr Sutton felt as if she had been doused with cold water, icy from head to toe.
Lying rigidly on the bed, she couldn’t co to her senses for a long ti.
She had been rejected by him again!
Even after she had already presented herself completely before him!
This blow was too much for Sumr Sutton to bear, her mind was foggy, she couldn’t take it.
As the man’s figure reached the bathroom door, she suddenly sat up, shouting at the figure outside the bathroom door, "Adrian Walyon, are you even a man?"
The man’s back stiffened for a mont, he remained silent for a long while after her words, slowly turning his face.
Fixing his eyes on her, he coldly corrected her, "Watt!"
Sumr Sutton changed her wording, the anger in her tone undiminished, "Watt, you’re not a man!"
This ti, the question directly beca an affirmation.
She was clearly insulting him!
How was he not a man?
Watt’s face beneath the mask seed to darken several shades.
Sumr Sutton wasn’t afraid of him, her neck held high, her eyes challenging as she looked at him.
"Could it be that after an accident, you’re also injured in so aspect, x impotent now?"
Her words were bluntly put, as she spoke her gaze drifted down along his waist.
Watt’s face beneath the mask visibly turned colder, his gaze swept sharply towards her, his eyes fierce like a predatory hawk.
Sumr Sutton humd lightly, completely ignoring his glare, wrapped in the bed sheet she got out of bed, rummaged through his wardrobe for a T-shirt, unconcerned with his gaze, she put it on, then went to the bathroom to wash her long skirt, deciding to dry it for wearing tomorrow.
She’s soone who absolutely holds grudges, how Watt ignored her, she returned it in kind, not once glancing at him from start to finish.
Under his nose, her fair and slender legs swayed back and forth, she simply washed her skirt, then went to dry it.
After finishing everything, still without looking at him, she treated his bed as her own, Sumr Sutton crawled under the covers, turned to the side, and quietly went to sleep.
She seed intent on not giving the bed up to him, sleeping with her legs and feet sprawled out, taking up most of the bed by herself.
Sumr Sutton’s sleeping posture now was as unseemly as it could get.
Though her sleeping posture had never been that great before, it had never been this infuriating.
Watt continued to watch her, his gaze so cold it nearly filled the entire room with frost.
Sumr Sutton treated him like air, hugging the pillow as if it were a stuffed toy, closing her eyes to continue sleeping.
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