Above her head, Watt Bennet gazed at her intensely, deeply, like the vast ocean.
Such a look from him made Sumr Sutton suddenly feel a bit dazed.
Staring at him absentmindedly for a while, Sumr Sutton’s stiff hand was raised and gently stroked his face.
Her hand was soft, with a slight warmth.
Her fingertips delicately traced the contours of his face. She seed to be sowhat enamored with his warmth, and once her hand touched him, it didn’t intend to move away.
Seeing her calm down, Watt Bennet assud that she was clear-headed.
Unexpectedly, as Sumr Sutton’s hand caressed his face, she suddenly blurted out, "Your voice sounds so familiar...like that guy, who is it?"
Racking her brain, she tried very hard to think.
All the expressions on Watt Bennet’s face froze in an instant.
He could condone Sumr Sutton’s impudence in front of him, indulge her unreasonable antics, tolerate all her willfulness.
But, he couldn’t stand being right in front of her, yet Sumr Sutton couldn’t distinguish him.
Even though he knew she drank tonight and was already drunk, Watt Bennet still couldn’t accept it.
He was just that domineering, overly demanding of her; he required her to always know who he was, under any circumstances, without ever mistaking him.
"My head hurts." Sumr Sutton’s head felt like it was about to explode. Unable to figure it out, she simply stopped thinking.
Patting her aching forehead, Emilia Sutton tried to push him away.
"Why are you pressing down on like this?" Raising her face to look at him, her eyes appeared as innocent as a young girl’s.
"Can’t you see what I want to do?" Watt Bennet’s face was beyond pale; if a thermoter could asure his facial temperature, it was probably dozens of degrees below zero by now.
Sumr Sutton blinked her beautiful eyes, looking thoroughly confused.
She genuinely seed unaware of his current intentions.
Watt Bennet’s facial contours were slightly distorted.
"You’re really heavy." Sumr Sutton seed to express dissatisfaction with his weight, attempting to push him again but failing to move him.
Discontented, Sumr Sutton glared at him and murmured, "You’re so annoying!"
Her delicate voice appeared capable of squeezing out water, carrying little resentnt, resembling more of a playful sulk.
"How am I annoying?" Watt Bennet asked, following her lead.
Sumr Sutton ignored him, surveying the room on her own and suddenly remarked, "You brought to a room like this, just the two of us; do you have so intentions towards ?"
Watt Bennet’s handso and cold face tensed up slightly.
Sumr Sutton lifted her small palm-sized face; her clear eyes looked at him, filled with seriousness.
After her words, Watt Bennet’s face sunk for quite a while, gritting his teeth, he coldly spat out, "Just realized? I’ve had many intentions toward you!"
Sumr Sutton blinked her eyes, seeming to have taken in his words.
She seriously considered it for a mont and pushed him, "But I’m already married, although my ex-husband has passed away."
Now when she said the word "ex-husband," she did it quite smoothly.
Watt Bennet’s face was nearly covered with mountains of ice.
"Sumr Sutton!" he shouted at her, his voice rough.
Sumr Sutton didn’t respond to him, wriggling fervently beneath him.
She seed sowhat uncomfortable, her body moving like a fish beneath him.
Watt Bennet, a grown man, with the most normal bodily functions!
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