He picked her up and settled her in his arms as Watt Bennet gently carried her towards the room.
When they reached the bed, he placed her down on it and sat at the head, quietly watching the sleeping Summer Sutton for a while.
Summer's cheeks were flushed, seemingly quite intoxicated, her entire skin tinged with an unusual redness.
Watt watched her like this for a long time, his large hand gently caressing her face, cradling her small cheeks in his palm, stroking them over and over, reluctant to move his hand for a long time.
Tonight's Summer Sutton was actually quite endearingly stubborn to him.
She clearly knew his identity, so why was she still fixated on a mask?
Giving him the last shackle, leaving him no room for retreat in their relationship?
Watt's hand lingered on Summer Sutton's cheek for a while, then he leaned down and gently kissed her lips.
