His grip was strong, domineering, and forceful, grasping Sumr Sutton’s wrist. Sumr tried several tis to struggle, but couldn’t break free.
"Bastard, let go of ! What right do you have to control ? A while ago, I offered myself to you, and you didn’t want it. Now you’ve pushed away, yet you interfere so much? What do you take for?" Sumr was furious, tried to pry his hand off but failed several tis, and suddenly leaned down, using the hand he still held, and bit down.
She bit fiercely, like a savage cat, as if the flesh on Watt Bennet’s body was not flesh, as if it didn’t hurt.
At this mont, Sumr’s anger was extraordinarily intense.
She couldn’t accept Adrian Walyon clearly was alive and well, yet once again pushed her away.
The greater the anger in her heart, the more vicious Sumr’s bite.
She left deep teeth marks on Watt’s strong arm, not satisfied with that, she bit down again, biting until his arm bled, her own teeth turned sore, yet Sumr showed no intention of letting go.
The taste of blood in her mouth was strong, full of a bitter, intense flavor.
The man beside her remained rigid, allowing her actions, not showing any intention to push her away.
It’s flesh attached to his body—how could it not hurt?
Yet Watt didn’t utter a sound from start to finish.
Sumr’s emotions were sowhat intense; after venting, she still hadn’t cald down.
She wanted to rush out with her head down, but was firmly pulled back by the man.
"Adrian Walyon!" Sumr was completely enraged, cold-faced, she yelled his na.
The man ignored her words, and to Sumr’s astonished gaze, suddenly stood up.
He pushed her into a cubicle, pressed her against the wall, his tall body leaned in, and before Sumr could react, his kiss landed overwhelmingly...
This was his first ti actively kissing her after returning to her side under Watt’s identity, without any warning, not provoked by Sumr.
His kiss carried a strong sense of possessiveness and dominance, and even a trace of ambiguous desire.
Sumr’s body went rigid in his arms, her head felt dizzy.
Woodenly allowing him to kiss her, she even forgot to struggle.
Watt’s kiss had Adrian’s familiar scent, even the warmth of his lips, the degree of dominance, was identical to Adrian.
Sumr froze in his arms, her mind blanked for a few seconds.
Allowing him to kiss her for a while, Sumr felt a bit lost.
Her hand stiffly raised, intending to fall in the crook of his arm, but it was as if Watt felt a basin of water poured on hot blood, suddenly waking him up, he abruptly pushed Sumr away.
Sumr’s raised hand froze mid-air, her face instantly stiffened.
"Sorry, I lost control." He threw her the sentence, turned his back and headed out of the cubicle.
Sumr stood rigidly in place, all the anger in her chest reignited.
"Don’t make start hating you!" She tossed him the sentence, lowered her head and quickly exited the restroom.
Returning to the award ceremony site, her clothes and hair were sowhat disheveled.
Having been kissed by Watt, the lipstick on her lips was smudged, even the corners were sared.
When Sumr left the restroom, she hadn’t looked in the mirror, seemingly unaware of the issue.
Her bright red lips appeared like petals ravaged.
At the table, there was only Ariella Sawyer, no one else.
Ariella saw her like this, and was startled.
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