Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 937: Carry Me Inside

With arms open wide, she naturally demanded him, "You carry me in!"

Watt Bennet wanted to continue what the two of them hadn’t finished in bed earlier.

Carry her in?

Is she pushing it too far?

"I’ll carry you back!" Watt Bennet corrected her sternly.

"Inside!" Summer Sutton insisted like a stubborn child.

"Back to bed." Watt Bennet refused with a cold face.

"But I want to go inside." Summer Sutton collapsed on the floor, frowning tightly.

Watt Bennet rubbed his temple again and again, deciding to listen to her reason carefully, "Why do you want to go inside?"

He lazily stretched his wrist, his gaze swept over her, waiting for her next words.

If she said a single word wrong, he absolutely would squeeze her to death.

Under his cold, killing gaze, Summer Sutton very aggrievedly spit out two words, "Pee."

Her voice was very light, subdued by his gaze, it naturally weakened.

Watt Bennet’s facial expression transformed several times between different shades of dark.

She couldn’t see his masked face, but she could feel the danger from the chill radiating from him.

Summer Sutton shuddered suddenly, involuntarily shrinking back.

This was an instinctive reaction, a survival instinct.

Watt Bennet was still rubbing his temple.

He stared at her coolly for quite a while, biting his teeth as he squeezed out her name, "Summer Sutton, do you believe one day I might really squeeze you to death?"

Summer Sutton was dumbfounded for a while at his words, somewhat scared by him, but still weakly squeezed out two words, "I can’t hold it anymore..."

She actually had wanted to go a long time ago.

The reason she left the dining table was to use the bathroom.

It’s just that she drank too much, couldn’t walk steadily, fell several times, and forgot about it.

Watt Bennet stared at her for quite a while, seeing her face genuinely looked a bit uncomfortable, his expression sunk deeper and deeper, ultimately he yielded to her.

He swiftly scooped her up from the ground, carrying her to the bathroom.

Throwing Summer Sutton onto the toilet seat, he stood beside her waiting.

Summer Sutton indeed drank quite a lot tonight, shamelessly lifting her skirt in front of him.

She sat on the toilet for quite a while, for Watt Bennet the waiting felt long.

The sounds she made were rather clear in his ears.

Taking advantage of her rare silence, Watt Bennet seriously advised her, "From now on, let Marshall Quinn handle all business engagements, or have Marshall accompany you."

Summer Sutton carried on with her business, ignoring him.

Watt Bennet stood to the side of her, continuing, "If you can’t drink, then don’t. Not every occasion will have me there, understand?"

His words were well-intentioned, it was apparent that he had many concerns about her.

He spoke seriously, not expecting that the person beside him remained unresponsive.

Watt Bennet felt unsure for a moment, suddenly glancing towards her.

Seeing clearly what Summer Sutton was doing, his previously softened expression instantly turned dark again.

Summer Sutton was looking in the mirror.

In her hand, she held a small mirror, focused on the bump on her forehead.

Normally she didn’t seem so vain, yet even while drunk and unaware of who Watt Bennet was, she still cared about her appearance.

Fingers rubbing the bump on her forehead, her eyebrows furrowed again and again.

Watt Bennet stared at her for quite a while before shouting her name irritably, "Summer Sutton!"