As for the sheets on Lorraine Hughes' bed that morning, it didn't matter whether he looked at them or not.
If Lorraine wanted to get involved with him, things like bloodstains could be faked.
If there were no bloodstains, it didn't mean nothing had happened.
Watt Bennet thought about that day's events so much that his head hurt. He couldn't figure out how he coincidentally ran into Lorraine that day.
As Summer Sutton slept, she seemed to have forgotten all the real-world problems and slept soundly in his arms.
Watt was wearing a bathrobe, and his chest was largely exposed.
She probably found it comfortable with her hand on his chest; as Summer Sutton slept, her soft palm even lightly caressed his chest.
She was simply sleep-confused, forgetting where she was, and had no idea Watt was lying next to her.
Her hand continued exploring his chest, and in her drowsy state, Summer Sutton didn't know what she was touching, so she squeezed it.
