The man beside her cast a cold gaze her way, as icy as the sound of shattering ice that Sumr Sutton could almost hear.
Sumr Sutton felt a chill from his stare, barely daring to speak as she helped him into the house with her head down.
She hadn’t been here for several days, and upon arriving, she took on the role of a diligent homaker, tidying up the villa thoroughly. Afterwards, she went out to buy so groceries and began preparing dinner.
Considering that he had been relying on takeout during her absence, Sumr’s dinner was a sumptuous spread, all nourishing dishes, as if worried he hadn’t been cared for properly and had lost weight.
For the two-person dinner, she prepared seven or eight dishes. Once they were all placed on the dining table, Sumr called out to the man in the living room, "Dinner is ready; we can eat now!"
The man in the living room ca over with a stern expression, wheeling himself in his wheelchair without a word, sitting down quietly.
Sumr just served him a bowl of rice, not rushing to eat herself.
She crouched down in front of him, placing her hand on his leg, staring at his injured leg, "It’s been so many days, is it getting better?"
Her concern was evident on her face, and as she spoke, she was about to roll up Watt Bennet’s pant leg.
In front of him, Sumr was completely at ease, doing whatever ca to mind without understanding the concept of feminine restraint.
After several attempts at rolling up his pant leg, failing each ti, her hand moved directly to his waist with a more straightforward action.
Her hand on his waistband, it seed Sumr intended to take his pants off directly.
The face of the man beside her, under his mask, visibly darkened.
Sumr didn’t even glance at his expression and continued her struggle with his pants.
Having made several attempts unsuccessfully, her hand shifted to his zipper, grabbing it with the intent to unzip.
She had undone it halfway when, above her, the man’s cold scolding suddenly sounded, "Miss Sutton!"
Sumr froze for a mont, her face slowly lifting up.
Looking at him, her eyes were a bit confused.
Watt squinted his eyes, staring at her for a mont, and coldly reminded her, "My leg injury is internal, congenital."
His words held importance in the latter part, emphasizing that his leg was congenital.
Sumr looked as if she had a sudden realization, gently tapping her forehead, "How did I forget? We checked it twenty days after the injury."
She had clearly only heard the first half of his sentence, purposely ignoring the latter half that Watt emphasized.
She firmly believed his injury was caused by the plane crash a month ago.
Watt seed quite exasperated with her, his fingers continuously massaging his temple.
Sumr almost pulled his pants off, yet still felt no embarrassnt and calmly helped him adjust them back, as if nothing had happened. She picked up so food for him, "Eat up, eat up! Look how thin you’ve gotten, I was only gone for a bit over ten days."
Her words carried an ability to leave people speechless with every line.
A few more black lines seed to appear on Watt’s forehead.
"Thin? The parts that should grow aren’t shortened, the parts that should be solid are still solid, and the parts that should be strong are just as vigorous!!" Coldly, he suddenly curled his lips in a darkly playful way.
Being adults, what he insinuated was undoubtedly understood by Sumr.
Sumr was taken aback by his words, almost spitting out the soup she had just swallowed.
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