In the early sumr, the morning sunlight spilled through the garden, as fresh as the breeze.
In the garden, the Blue Bell flowers blood in waves, and even the air was filled with their fragrance.
Sumr Sutton was enveloped in sunlight, the exposed skin of her back hazy, as if coated with a halo, and when Watt Bennet gazed at her, it was sowhat dazzling.
Watt’s gaze lingered on her for quite a while.
Sumr’s mind was fully occupied with how to stop him, seeing that he hadn’t reacted for a long ti, she assud he was inconvenienced by sitting, and lowered herself, squatting in front of him.
"Hm?" She leaned closer towards him, Sumr moved nearer to him.
The zipper of her dress, wasn’t properly pulled up, probably unnoticed by herself.
The zipper was caught by a tiny piece of fabric, already pulled down low, she had only managed to pull it halfway, and when she leaned towards Watt, her entire back was nearly exposed.
He could even clearly see the color of the undergarnts she wore today.
The atmosphere in the living room inexplicably grew warr.
Sumr touched her long hair, still waiting for him.
She hadn’t thought about what reaction her current actions might provoke from him.
During the few days Sumr had been in the villa, openly and subtly trying to seduce Watt several tis without success, she hadn’t imagined that not doing anything might actually stir the previously cold man.
Just like this, squatting in front of him, today Sumr was particularly patient.
It was uncertain how much ti passed, the man behind finally made a move.
Sumr thought he would help adjust the zipper on her back, but unexpectedly, instead of his hand, she received a suit jacket draped overhead.
Sumr was completely covered.
His hand reached from outside the jacket, finding the zipper on her back, Watt swiftly zipped it up, removed the jacket, and draped it over her shoulders.
His expression, very stern, he didn’t only cover her with the jacket but even buttoned it up.
His actions were very domineering, seeming unwilling to let Sumr expose even an inch.
Sumr’s originally beautiful and fresh dress, beca conservative in his hands.
Sumr was sowhat speechless towards him but didn’t stop his actions nor confront him.
Quietly watching his actions, a bit absent-minded, Sumr suddenly lightly curled her lips.
Watt, having buttoned her jacket, was ready to leave, when unexpectedly Sumr blurted out, "Do you know how much you resemble Adrian Walyon right now?"
Watt’s hand sliding the wheelchair paused for a mont.
His gaze was vacant on the garden ahead, this ti he didn’t refute her words.
...
Lily Winslow was still stuck outside.
Pacing back and forth at the entrance, staring inside the villa repeatedly, standing for almost an hour, yet Watt hadn’t co out, Lily suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Who was that woman just now?
Why did Watt indulge her like that?
Lily made quite a noise inside the house earlier, she didn’t believe Watt wasn’t aware of her presence.
Yet, he didn’t co down to check on her.
Was it that woman who stopped him?
What kind of power did this woman possess to enchant Watt after just eting, even making him so obedient to her words?
The more Lily thought, the more uneasy she beca, the harder it was for her to wait.
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