The man’s arms were crossed in front of him as he watched her, clearly not intending to let the matter rest.
Sumr Sutton now had two choices: either jump off the ship or give in to him.
At this mont, the sound of a wheelchair rolling softly ca from the corridor.
Amidst the sound of the sea, the noise was small yet inherently oppressive.
Sumr was stunned for a few seconds, her gaze stiffly following the direction from which the person was coming. When she saw the silver mask in the night, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
Like soone finding hope in desperate circumstances, she pushed herself to walk slowly toward the person erging.
Reaching the man’s side, she draped her arms around his neck, a smile tugging at her lips, and suddenly called him, "Husband, you’re finally here!"
Her calling him "husband" was very smooth.
Even though Watt Bennet had never actually acknowledged that identity.
With her arms tightly around his neck, Sumr leaned entirely against him, clutching him like a lifeline, holding on very tightly.
Just like countless tis in the past when Adrian Walyon appeared in tis of danger, now he was her entire hope.
Not knowing whether he would expose her at this mont, Sumr was sowhat nervous.
The man standing not far away was shocked by the scene, seemingly taken aback for a mont.
He had been staring at Sumr for a long ti; she was clearly alone, so where did the husband co from?
Was she lying to him?
Yet, Watt didn’t react at all.
Sumr didn’t care about anything else; she glanced at him and suddenly pulled his neck down, pressing her lips to his.
She kissed him urgently, initially only intending to put on a show for the man behind.
Unexpectedly, after her body pressed against Watt’s, the fire within her seed to ignite rapidly, becoming uncontrollable.
Sumr’s slender white fingers clung tightly to Watt’s arms, almost unbearably trying to undress him in the corridor.
Sumr was extrely uncomfortable, biting her lower lip hard as she tried to stay awake.
The man behind continued to stare at her, silently observing their reactions.
From beginning to end, Watt did not respond to Sumr’s initiative, acting as if he was sowhat indifferent to her.
This deanor made the young man chuckle lightly.
Sumr’s earlier address was taken as acting by him.
Did she just grab soone randomly and call out on purpose for him to hear?
The man was no longer fearful, slowly approaching the two, and scolded Watt, "Hey, where did you co from? Don’t ddle, got it?"
His tone was sowhat arrogant.
Watt, who had remained expressionless, slowly raised his face, giving him a sharp look.
Just that one look, without even saying anything, left the man dumbfounded.
The young man was sowhat intimidated, stunned for a few seconds.
He didn’t know Watt’s identity, but just from his gaze, he could guess that Watt was not soone to ss with.
The young man felt so fear, yet he was unwilling to just let Sumr go like that.
Watt’s deanor let Sumr breathe a sigh of relief, not having to worry about being exposed, her actions beca bolder.
Leaning against Watt, Sumr softly accused, "Husband, this guy just said he wanted to spend the night with him."
Watt listened quietly to her words, the chill in his gaze becoming even more penetrating.
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