Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 1075: Let’s Just Get Through Tonight

Manuel Ink continued to leisurely play with the chess pieces, seemingly unaffected by the fact that the door was locked.

The Old Master wouldn’t open the door, and Summer Sutton had no other choice but to wait and see if there would be a solution later on.

She thought, since it was only noon, with both her and Manuel inside, the Old Master would surely have someone bring dinner when the time comes, right?

She could endure hunger, but Manuel was the Old Master’s own grandson and the only heir of the Ink Family. Surely, the Old Master wouldn’t let him go hungry, would he?

With that thought, Summer felt more at ease.

In the afternoon, she even played a few games of chess with Manuel.

However, what she didn’t expect was that when night fell, there were no footsteps in the corridor outside.

There seemed to be no intention from the Old Master to have food delivered.

Summer held on to a little bit of hope, thinking maybe if she waited a bit longer, someone would come.

But an hour passed, and still, no one came.

Two hours passed, and the corridor remained utterly quiet.

Even by nine in the evening, well past dinnertime, there was still no sound of movement outside.

The silence made Summer feel a bit panicked.

It was already time to sleep. Could it be that the Old Master really didn’t plan to have someone come and open the door tonight?

If no one came to take care of her and Manuel Ink, what would they do?

Manuel’s hand, which had been fiddling with the chess pieces, slowly came to a stop.

He seemed equally unprepared for the Old Master being so severe this time.

There was no food in the room, only the lunch he had delivered to Summer, which consisted of some slices of toast, a few pieces of fruit, and a cup of yogurt.

Summer hadn’t finished her meal at noon, leaving two slices of toast.

Manuel took her leftover lunch and handed her the remaining toast. "Fill your stomach first."

This was the only edible thing in the whole room, and he seemed as if he wouldn’t get hungry himself, giving it all to Summer.

Summer broke the toast into pieces, dividing a slice into two parts, and handed him half.

Manuel seemed to pause for a moment, staring at the toast in her hand, and his gaze gradually softened.

"Just eat yours. I’m not hungry!" He didn’t take it, stood up, and walked toward the balcony.

Looking at the surrounding rooms, he seemed to be contemplating how to address the issue tonight.

Summer followed him out, craning her neck to peer into the adjacent room. "Can we head over?"

In the Ink Family’s house, each room was large, and the balconies were spaced apart, unlike in Morning Garden, where they were close together. When Summer wanted to cross rooms, she could do so with ease.

Manuel’s expression turned slightly stern, as if he was torn over this question.

Summer looked at the wide gap between the two rooms and, a bit helplessly, took back what she had just said, "Let’s think of another way!"

Returning to the room, she walked to the door and, for the umpteenth time that day, tried to pull it open.

But the door remained tightly locked; no matter how much she pulled, it stayed shut.

"Let’s leave it for tonight." Manuel seemed to have given up trying, sitting down against the sofa.

He closed his eyes and began to doze off.

But Summer just stood there, making no move.

The places to sit in the room were limited to a sofa and a bed.

She lingered at the doorway, going nowhere.

This stance made Manuel furrow his brow.

After standing still with her for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.