Summer Sutton had already made up her mind. As they ate, she moved leisurely.
Her appetite seemed rather hearty, not at all like someone who was about to be asked to leave.
Watt Bennet had Marshall Quinn pack dinner and send it over, six dishes and a soup. He didn't eat much himself, and the entire table was cleared by Summer Sutton.
Summer Sutton's appetite, among women, was probably considered unusual.
Watt Bennet glanced at her sideways, watching her for quite a while, his gaze involuntarily drifting to her chest.
She could eat so much, yet it didn't seem like she'd grown where it was supposed to.
From the corner of her eye, Summer Sutton noticed his gaze and froze for a few seconds.
What are you looking at?
Watt Bennet snapped back, holding his phone, already starting to call Marshall Quinn.
