After a busy day with Rain Carter at the recording site, Rain decided to treat everyone to dinner after work as a reward.
Sumr Sutton certainly couldn’t offend her senior, so when Rain invited everyone to dinner, she couldn’t refuse.
So, after wrapping up, the entire recording crew of dozens headed to a high-end restaurant together.
Large group dinners are always very lively.
Even more so when, before the al even started, Shining Sky and a few others suddenly walked in.
Leading the way were Alexander Winslow and Watt Bennet.
Rain had interviewed Watt before, so they were sowhat acquainted.
As soon as Watt’s face appeared, Rain waved to him from afar, "Mr. Bennet, what a pleasure to et you here, co join us! It’s on !"
Watt glanced over at Sumr Sutton beside her and seed to hesitate for a mont.
Before he could respond, Alexander walked over to Rain’s direction first, "Why wouldn’t we take up a dinner offer? Thanks, Producer Carter!"
Without caring whether Watt was pleased or not, Alexander found a spot, sat down, and cheerfully greeted Sumr Sutton from a few seats away, "Hi, Little Sutton!"
His way of calling her was cringeworthy...
He didn’t even fear that others might misunderstand their relationship.
Sumr Sutton shivered, a chill running down her spine.
Watt gave a similar shiver, seemingly at a loss for words with him.
With Alexander already seated, Watt couldn’t find a reason to leave by himself.
Pushing his wheelchair, he slowly moved in the direction of the group.
His willingness to co was already a sign of respect, so Rain quickly stood up and offered him her seat, "Sit here! Sit here!"
Sitting next to Rain was Sumr Sutton.
Watt seed to pause for a mont, hesitated, and then sat down.
After that, the group began eating lively.
Not even ten minutes into the al, the waiter brought over so soup.
The freshly cooked hot soup was steaming.
As the waiter was placing it on the table, perhaps the edge of the bowl was too hot, causing their hand to tremble.
With that shake, the soup spilled over onto the table.
The scalding soup trickled down the table, slightly splashing onto Watt’s clothes.
It shouldn’t have burned him, but he was soone with a cleanliness obsession.
Nobody understood Adrian Walyon’s obsessive cleanliness more than Sumr Sutton.
Seeing the dirty spot on his shirt, Watt furrowed his brow.
Clearly unable to stand it, he wiped with a napkin, but it didn’t clean off, so he pushed his wheelchair slowly towards the restroom, "Excuse for a mont!"
"I’ll co with you!" As soon as he left, Alexander followed suit.
Sumr Sutton quietly watched from the side, her brow furrowed with suspicion.
Was it really necessary for Alexander to follow just to help tidy up the stain on the shirt?
Watching their retreating figures, Sumr Sutton thought hard about the recent news.
It seed like, for several consecutive days recently, every ti Watt appeared in front of caras, Alexander was always by his side.
As she thought about it, Sumr Sutton suddenly felt sothing was amiss.
With curiosity, after Watt left, she slowly followed.
At the restroom, Watt and Alexander were in front of the sink.
Watt in his wheelchair found the sink a bit high, needing to stand to wash his hands.
Alexander went to help him up, but Watt pushed his arm away.
He seed not to like relying on others for everything, trying to stand up on his own using the armrest.
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