Summer Sutton just looked at him without saying a word.
Watt Bennet slightly furrowed his brows.
Summer Sutton was weighing whether she should hold him and cry, or pretend she knew nothing.
She had so much she wanted to tell him, wanted to tell him that Alexander Winslow had already told her everything, wanted to tell him that no matter how he was, she loved him, wanted to tell him that they would face anything together.
Summer Sutton struggled for a long time between speaking and not speaking, contemplating again and again, and finally suppressed all her impulses.
Adrian Walyon, such a proud person, wouldn't want her to see this side of him.
He might even take all her kindness towards him as pity.
Summer Sutton felt that since he didn't want to speak, she would cooperate and act like she knew nothing; maybe that would be better.
"What's wrong?" Watt Bennet thought there was something off about her tonight and tried asking again.
