With arms open wide, she naturally demanded him, "You carry in!"
Watt Bennet wanted to continue what the two of them hadn’t finished in bed earlier.
Carry her in?
Is she pushing it too far?
"I’ll carry you back!" Watt Bennet corrected her sternly.
"Inside!" Sumr Sutton insisted like a stubborn child.
"Back to bed." Watt Bennet refused with a cold face.
"But I want to go inside." Sumr Sutton collapsed on the floor, frowning tightly.
Watt Bennet rubbed his temple again and again, deciding to listen to her reason carefully, "Why do you want to go inside?"
He lazily stretched his wrist, his gaze swept over her, waiting for her next words.
If she said a single word wrong, he absolutely would squeeze her to death.
Under his cold, killing gaze, Sumr Sutton very aggrievedly spit out two words, "Pee."
Her voice was very light, subdued by his gaze, it naturally weakened.
Watt Bennet’s facial expression transford several tis between different shades of dark.
She couldn’t see his masked face, but she could feel the danger from the chill radiating from him.
Sumr Sutton shuddered suddenly, involuntarily shrinking back.
This was an instinctive reaction, a survival instinct.
Watt Bennet was still rubbing his temple.
He stared at her coolly for quite a while, biting his teeth as he squeezed out her na, "Sumr Sutton, do you believe one day I might really squeeze you to death?"
Sumr Sutton was dumbfounded for a while at his words, sowhat scared by him, but still weakly squeezed out two words, "I can’t hold it anymore..."
She actually had wanted to go a long ti ago.
The reason she left the dining table was to use the bathroom.
It’s just that she drank too much, couldn’t walk steadily, fell several tis, and forgot about it.
Watt Bennet stared at her for quite a while, seeing her face genuinely looked a bit uncomfortable, his expression sunk deeper and deeper, ultimately he yielded to her.
He swiftly scooped her up from the ground, carrying her to the bathroom.
Throwing Sumr Sutton onto the toilet seat, he stood beside her waiting.
Sumr Sutton indeed drank quite a lot tonight, shalessly lifting her skirt in front of him.
She sat on the toilet for quite a while, for Watt Bennet the waiting felt long.
The sounds she made were rather clear in his ears.
Taking advantage of her rare silence, Watt Bennet seriously advised her, "From now on, let Marshall Quinn handle all business engagents, or have Marshall accompany you."
Sumr Sutton carried on with her business, ignoring him.
Watt Bennet stood to the side of her, continuing, "If you can’t drink, then don’t. Not every occasion will have there, understand?"
His words were well-intentioned, it was apparent that he had many concerns about her.
He spoke seriously, not expecting that the person beside him remained unresponsive.
Watt Bennet felt unsure for a mont, suddenly glancing towards her.
Seeing clearly what Sumr Sutton was doing, his previously softened expression instantly turned dark again.
Sumr Sutton was looking in the mirror.
In her hand, she held a small mirror, focused on the bump on her forehead.
Normally she didn’t seem so vain, yet even while drunk and unaware of who Watt Bennet was, she still cared about her appearance.
Fingers rubbing the bump on her forehead, her eyebrows furrowed again and again.
Watt Bennet stared at her for quite a while before shouting her na irritably, "Sumr Sutton!"
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