The cruise ship they were on was a luxury liner, equipped with over twenty top-tier luxury lounges.
They casually chose one, kicked the door open, and as soon as the door swung shut, Sumr Sutton seed unable to hold on for even another mont, pressing her body against Watt Bennet’s, continuously rubbing against him.
Her eyebrows were tightly knit, her expression conveyed extre pain.
She was waiting for Watt to react, but he just stood there rigidly, without any movent.
He seed to be struggling with sothing, his gaze hesitant.
If he took her, regardless of the identity he appeared before her with, their relationship would never be straightforward again...
"Adrian Walyon..." Sumr Sutton looked at him with grievance, urging him.
Watt Bennet’s hand fell on her forearm, just watching her, still in turmoil.
At this mont, Sumr Sutton felt as if she was in a pile of fire, extrely uncomfortable.
She wanted to find a cold place, wanted to find solace in him, there were so many things she wanted to do with him...
When he didn’t take the initiative, she reached up on her own, kissing him bit by bit, her small hands roving over him, trying to stir his senses.
However, just as her hand slid onto Watt’s back, he yanked it down.
"Adrian Walyon!" His behavior made Sumr Sutton slightly annoyed.
She lifted her face, glaring at him.
Watt said nothing, suddenly lifting her up and carrying her to the bed, placing her down.
Sumr Sutton was thoroughly uncomfortable at that mont, aware of nothing except that she needed to be close to him, pressed against him to feel better.
When Watt didn’t move, she climbed up from the bed herself, her slender arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him again.
She kissed persistently, like a child demanding candy.
Watt Bennet frowned again, once more pushing her down onto the bed.
He still seed to be struggling, deliberately keeping a distance from Sumr Sutton.
He was, after all, her nominal husband, the closest person to her in this world.
Sumr Sutton couldn’t bear this intentional distance he created, and at this point, she was furious. Getting up from the bed, she suddenly sat on Watt’s lap, her hand reaching directly towards his...
Watt let out a sharp gasp.
Before she could take her next move, he swiftly pinned her wrist.
"Sumr..." he called to her softly, "Should I get the Doctor for you?"
Doctor?
Sumr Sutton only felt a thunderbolt strike down upon her.
Was this what the man who had loved her since they were kids, who had loved her for so many years, who rarely let a night pass without wanting her after they got married, was saying?
In the past, when he was Adrian Walyon, she scarcely had room to refuse if he wanted sothing.
Now, with a change of identity, even when things had co to this, he’s being gentleman-like with her?
At that mont, Sumr Sutton genuinely wished a bolt of lightning would strike him down dead.
She was sowhat hurt by Watt, retreating from him, lying back on the bed, facing away without speaking for a long ti.
Watt Bennet stared absentmindedly at her back for quite a while, his chest feeling as though pierced by needles, causing pain.
Raising his hand, wanting to comfort her, but as it was already close to her shoulder, in the end, he withdrew it.
Sumr Sutton didn’t feel well, as if in severe pain, her body curling up as she lay in bed.
Constantly squirming around on the bed, like a caterpillar.
Sweat kept pouring off her, seemingly unable to bear her discomfort.
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