The lips rested on Sumr Sutton’s forehead for a long ti, as if reluctant to move away...
Sumr Sutton was in a deep sleep, knowing nothing.
She slept soundly, in a haze, she felt like she was being held in soone’s arms. The embrace had the scent and warmth of Adrian Walyon, but also carried the faint coldness of Watt Bennet.
All night, Sumr Sutton felt a pair of arms holding her, but at that mont, her mind was too muddled. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but her eyelids refused to lift.
After a hazy sleep, she woke up the next day, and it was already nine o’clock.
She was lying on the bed in the hotel room, and the room was empty, with only her in it.
Sumr Sutton rubbed her aching forehead and found that the spot she bumped last night was sticky, like it had ointnt applied.
The place on her hand, pricked by a glass, had new bandages, looking like they were just changed not long ago.
Sumr Sutton lifted her hand, staring blankly at the white bandage, losing her focus.
The doorbell of the room rang at this mont, and the voice of a hotel staff ca, "Miss, are you awake? A gentleman ordered breakfast for you, and we’ve brought it!"
Sumr Sutton snapped back to reality and went to the door to open it.
Taking the breakfast, she casually asked, "Which gentleman?"
"The one who ca here with you last night." The staff smiled and helped her close the door.
Sumr Sutton carried the breakfast to the room’s balcony and absentmindedly nibbled at it.
The breakfast brought by the staff was only a few slices of toast, a fruit platter, and a cup of hot milk, similar to what Sumr Sutton usually eats.
Sumr Sutton froze for a mont, lost in thought, when suddenly Marshall Quinn’s call ca through.
Sumr Sutton picked up her phone and answered the call.
"Miss Sutton, are you awake? Feeling any better today? You scared to death last night! I was so nervous on the way bringing you here. If you’re awake, I’ll co over to see you later, and take you to work." Marshall Quinn’s voice ca from the other end, rattling off a whole bunch of words.
Sumr Sutton originally wanted to ask him about last night, but before she could speak, he explained everything.
Sumr Sutton’s gaze shifted to the breakfast she was eating, and a wave of disappointnt surged in her heart.
It was Marshall Quinn who brought her here last night...
"I’m fine now, co and pick up later!" Hanging up the phone, Sumr Sutton suddenly felt that she was being a bit ironic.
What was she thinking?
Watt’s leg was so injured, how could he have brought her here?
With a bitter tug at the corner of her mouth, she drank the milk clean, quickly finished the breakfast, and left the hotel room.
As she went downstairs, Marshall Quinn’s car arrived just in ti.
Marshall Quinn led her into the car, reminding her as they walked, "Miss Sutton, you mustn’t push yourself so hard in the future. You can’t just not take care of yourself because you feel young. If you really exhaust yourself one day, what will happen to the entire Morningview Group? Young Master Walyon would be so worried!"
He rambled on a lot, but Sumr Sutton listened absentmindedly.
She just gave a faint "mm," and after that, she didn’t speak.
Marshall Quinn started the car and slowly headed towards the Royal Delight Group.
As the car drove on, he couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Sumr Sutton.
Seeing the obvious disappointnt on her face, Marshall Quinn actually guessed what she was thinking.
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