Summer Sutton was stunned for a few seconds, realizing the meaning behind his words. Instead of self-reflecting, she lightly hummed, "What's it got to do with me?"
Every time he loses his composure, is it her fault?
Watt Bennet looked up, casting a cool glance at her.
Summer actually thought it had nothing to do with her, but fearing he would kick her out, she immediately adjusted her expression and sat upright, "Go on! Continue!"
Watt took a deep breath, his gaze returning to the contract.
With nothing to do in the office, Summer stood up and wandered around, observing his space.
After looking around his office, she sat back down on the sofa.
It was May, and the morning temperature wasn't too high, so Watt's office didn't have the AC on.
Summer sat on the sofa by the window, basking in the sunlight, feeling slightly warm.
She lay sideways on the sofa, raising her hand as a fan, lightly fanning herself.
