Sumr Sutton clutched the table edge, sweeping her gaze across the room, trying to spot Watt Bennet, but the seat he had just occupied was now vacant.
Not far away, a man’s figure was walking towards her.
Upon seeing his face, Sumr’s complexion turned slightly pale.
It was the man she had just kicked!
"Hey, what’s wrong?" The young man noticed her changed expression and bent down to check on her, but Sumr pushed him away, "Go away!"
Appearing sowhat fearful of his touch, Sumr dodged frantically, even taking several steps back.
"Weren’t you fierce just now? Now you’re scared?" The man took a step forward, forcefully turning her body around.
Fixing his gaze on Sumr Sutton’s flushed cheeks, he pondered briefly and quickly realized.
Had she been drugged?
In the world of young people, such things happening at parties were not uncommon.
Especially since Sumr was so beautiful and alone, there were probably many n at the scene eyeing her.
Though he didn’t know who had drugged Sumr, now that he had run into her, wasn’t it like a benefit delivered to him?
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, the young man stared at Sumr’s delicate face for a while, supporting her and saying, "I’ll take you to the resting room."
What good could co from him taking her to the resting room?
Moreover, before this, the man had already intended to harm her.
"Go away!" Despite her mind still clinging to so rationality, Sumr didn’t even look at him and pushed him.
"Sure you want to go? I could ease your pain, won’t you reconsider?" The man not only stayed but leaned against the sofa beside her, standing there leisurely.
Sumr felt dizzy, her head ached, and her body was more uncomfortable, leaving her in no mood to deal with a frivolous playboy.
Ignoring him, she struggled with her consciousness, attempting to walk out on her own.
Wanting to get to the hallway to catch so sea breeze and clear her mind, little did she know after taking a few steps, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
The fall hurt, her knee scrapped and bruised.
Gritting her teeth, she climbed back up and continued her way out.
The man followed her, his gaze constantly on her.
Sumr Sutton had already been drugged, his prey delivered right to his mouth, why not seize it?
Sumr still headed towards the hallway, pinching the flesh of her palm with her fingertips, determined to stay awake.
The sea wind was strong, she initially thought it might clear her head sowhat, but upon reaching the hallway, within three minutes her head felt heavier, dizziness threatening to overtake her.
She looked around, hoping to find a familiar figure, yet on the way out, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Sumr’s heart was tightly clenched, anxiety drenching her in sweat.
If she couldn’t hold out and this man took her away, what then?
Sumr had reached the guardrail, there was no path forward.
The young man still followed, seemingly uninterested in letting her go.
Glancing at her askance, the man began to persuade, "I say, it’s not a big deal, really, a mutual affair between a man and a woman, I’m not bad looking either, you’re not losing out, spend a night with brother, you satisfy , I satisfy you, mutually beneficial, why not enjoy it?"
Sumr wanted to raise her hand and slap him.
Who did he think he was?
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