With a glass of champagne, Sumr Sutton gently played with the long hair that fell in front of her.
Her action was just a casual gesture, as she felt the hair in front was sowhat inconvenient.
At the ti, she was unaware of how captivating her movents were.
Watt Bennet’s initially unpleasant expression turned even darker.
What made him even more upset was Ryan Walyon’s next action.
There were quite a few n watching Sumr Sutton intently tonight. Seated next to her, perhaps Ryan Walyon disliked so many eyes on Sumr, and so he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
His action was sudden, causing Sumr Sutton to stiffen montarily.
Instinctively she wanted to take it off, but Ryan’s hand pressed down on hers, stopping her movent.
Sumr Sutton raised her face to look at him, and then her gaze drifted over to Watt Bennet’s direction.
Watt Bennet was still staring at her. Though two tables apart, Sumr could still feel the intensity of his gaze.
That sharpness felt like a piercing knife, brushing against her, as though it could penetrate through her.
Sumr’s back suddenly felt a chill, and she sat stiffly in her chair, feeling extrely unnatural.
Ryan Walyon was very close to her, having co to her side, showing no intention of leaving, almost sticking to her.
Behind her, the gaze from Watt Bennet’s direction seed even colder, making Sumr feel as if the temperature at the award ceremony had suddenly dropped several degrees.
Watt Bennet, wearing a mask, had an expression that others couldn’t discern, but Sumr Sutton knew all too well.
She was too familiar with Adrian Walyon; such a gaze, she had faced countless tis before.
Sumr Sutton grew increasingly restless, sitting at the venue like she was on pins and needles, extrely uncomfortable.
She had been infuriated by Watt Bennet in recent days. In fact, she could have used Ryan Walyon to irritate Watt Bennet, retaliating the way he treated her.
But relationships are matters between two people, and Sumr Sutton did not want to use anyone.
Afraid Watt Bennet might lose his calm and escalate the situation, Sumr didn’t dare linger at the venue any longer. She stood up abruptly, removed Ryan’s jacket, and swiftly headed out.
"Marshall Quinn, take ho!" she called out to Marshall, leaving the venue without looking back.
She exited quickly, not daring to linger even for a minute.
Following Marshall outside, just as she was about to start the car, Ryan Walyon blocked the way.
"Let give you a ride! We haven’t seen each other in so long, we can catch up properly." He opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.
Marshall Quinn was a bit awkward, unsure whether to stay in the car or get out.
After all, he belonged to Adrian Walyon. If he got out, it would give Ryan Walyon and Sumr Sutton a chance to be alone.
Marshall stood outside the car door, torn with indecision, while Ryan showed no intention of acknowledging him, and the car sped off with a roar.
As their car departed, they coincidentally encountered Watt Bennet coming out of the venue.
Through the lights, he saw the two people in the car clearly, and his grip on the handrail tightened.
Marshall Quinn, standing not far away, looked at him with a strong sense of guilt, "Young master..."
His address was extrely intimate.
Without any prefixes.
Yet, Watt Bennet didn’t correct him.
This side of him made Marshall’s blood boil with excitent; in an instant, it seed as if he saw the light of the entire world.
He didn’t deny it; was this an indirect acknowledgnt of his identity?
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