Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 940: A Thousand Words in Three

He doesn’t acknowledge his identity, and she couldn’t possibly confide in him so much without confirming it.

Summer Sutton wanted to tell him a lot, wanted to tell him that protecting that child was so difficult.

Back then, she did her best, but still couldn’t save him.

She wanted to tell him that after the child was gone, there was a time when she almost couldn’t hold on.

Wanted to tell him that after he left, she once had thoughts of ending her life.

But then she’d worry that if a miracle happened one day, he returned to her side, and she was no longer there, what would happen?

Summer Sutton wanted to say so much to him, words that were pressing against her chest for such a long time, almost suffocating her into retreat, yet he never gave her the chance from beginning to end.

Summer Sutton cried with extreme sorrow, her sobs twisting one’s heart.

Watt Bennet held her tightly in his arms, his hand gently wiping away her tears from her face, pressing her head firmly against his chest.

Summer Sutton lay in his embrace, not knowing how long she cried, cried until she was out of breath, cried until her voice was hoarse, and eventually fell asleep in a daze.

Watt Bennet bent down and quietly watched her face for a long time, softly kissing her lips, murmuring, "I’m sorry..."

He owed her far too much...

Summer Sutton was asleep and heard nothing.

Her sleep was somewhat restless, perhaps due to the alcohol, or maybe it was a habit formed long after Adrian Walyon left.

After falling asleep, she kept turning over, unable to find comfort.

Watt Bennet stayed with her for a while, took a shower in the bathroom, and when he returned to bed, he drew her into his arms, lying there, thinking of all she had just said, unable to close his eyes and fall asleep.

His chest felt as if struck by a giant axe, aching intensely.

The entire night, he couldn’t sleep.

Summer Sutton slept uneasily, tossing and turning repeatedly, several times Watt Bennet thought she would wake up.

Watt Bennet kept his eyes open with her until daybreak, when the sky was about to brighten, he took a brief nap.

Just as he fell asleep, Summer Sutton began to stir restlessly beside him.

Perhaps she had drunk a lot last night, her belly full of liquid, needing the bathroom at this moment, Watt Bennet was still not asleep, yet her hand suddenly began to fumble around in the darkness.

She was actually searching for the light switch, but Watt Bennet didn’t understand.

Summer Sutton’s searching was entirely based on instinct, groping randomly in the dark.

The places she felt were all on Watt Bennet’s body.

Her hand first felt around his chest, as if unable to ascertain what it was, then started moving downward.

Feeling him here and there on Watt Bennet’s body, her hand explored nearly every part of him.

In the summer, both of them slept with little clothing, Watt Bennet only had a towel tied around him.

Tonight, Watt Bennet truly did not plan to engage with her; Summer Sutton was in such a bad mood last night, how could he think of indulging in carnal matters?

But not wanting doesn’t mean he can control his physiological reactions.

In front of Summer Sutton, he didn’t have much control anyway, let alone when she was teasing him like this.

Watt Bennet opened his eyes and turned sideways, quietly watching the woman next to him for a while.

He wanted to give Summer Sutton a chance to withdraw her hand; since they got married, he had never been this chivalrous.

But unexpectedly, not only did Summer Sutton show no intention of pulling her hand back, but as she felt him further, she suddenly grasped him, seemingly trying to discern what she was touching.