What is Watt discontented about? Probably only he knows deep inside.
Watt’s expression was unpleasant; even with a mask, it was glaringly obvious.
Alexander didn’t even glance in his direction; as soon as the dishes were served, he was busy helping Sumr Sutton with her food.
He got along quite well with Sumr, though they hadn’t known each other for long yet it felt like they were old friends with nothing left unsaid. Sitting together, they looked as harmonious as could be.
Less than half an hour into their conversation, Alexander’s way of addressing Sumr Sutton shifted from the formal "Miss Sutton" to the more familiar "Little Sutton."
Little Sutton?
Watt slowly filtered his words in his mind, feeling increasingly annoyed.
He had never called her that; where did Alexander get the courage to do so?
Sitting next to Watt, Alexander could even feel the piercing gaze aid at him, despite having his back turned.
Alexander paid no heed, continuing his chat with Sumr, consistently using "Little Sutton" as a nickna.
Calling Sumr Little Sutton made Watt’s face look even more displeased.
What surprised him even more was when Alexander and Sumr chatted for a while longer. The familiarity grew so quickly that after about forty minutes, he began calling Sumr "darling."
Once that term ca out, the entire restaurant’s temperature seed to drop suddenly.
Sumr felt a chill down her back, as if facing an air conditioner.
The atmospheric pressure at her table felt low, stifling her to the point of breathlessness.
Watt’s sharp gaze swept over the pair, the chilliness in his eyes sending shivers down Sumr’s spine.
Since sitting down, Alexander hadn’t looked at him even once, absorbed only in chatting with Sumr.
"Darling, you work in program production? Why didn’t you ntion it earlier? And to think it’s for Royal Delight, you’re truly outstanding for soone so young," Alexander seed to admire Sumr greatly, praising her countless tis during the al.
He picked up a slice of beef intending to place it in his own bowl, but noticing Sumr’s bowl empty, he swiftly turned and placed it in hers.
Just as his hand stretched out, before the at was set down, he was suddenly kicked hard under the table.
The force was imnse, seemingly ant to cripple him.
Without looking, Alexander knew who it was.
No one but Watt would harbor such intense anger toward him.
Feeling pained, Alexander’s facial expression turned a bit aggrieved as he rubbed his sore leg, unable to comprehend Watt’s behavior.
Was it not enough for him to maintain a cold deanor around her; did he really stop others from being kind?
What baffled him even more was the fact that Watt’s leg was injured!
For soone who struggled to walk, where did he muster such strength to kick him?
"Are you okay? What’s wrong?" Sumr asked with concern when she noticed his off expression.
"It’s nothing, nothing." Alexander raised his face, waving dismissively at her.
Sumr cast him a peculiar glance, slightly dubious.
However, she couldn’t discern anything unusual from his face.
"Eat, eat!" Alexander chuckled, urging her to continue eating.
Their lunchti was resolved rather swiftly, the pair being the first to leave the table.
After departing from the table, while waiting for others, they got together to play mobile gas.
They seed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, their laughter unceasing.
Watt’s gaze flicked toward Sumr’s direction, noticing the bright smile on her face, and found himself montarily distracted.
As he fixated on Sumr, Lily was fixated on him.
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