His fingertips pinched her chin, warning coldly, "Summer Sutton, remember, your body is mine. Without my permission, don't you dare ruin it!"
Summer Sutton really wanted to say that controlling weight is a management of one's figure, an act of beauty, how could it be considered ruining it?
But facing such a serious Watt Bennet, her words churned in her throat and couldn't come out.
Forget it, forget it, if she's going to be fat, then so be it. Anyway, if the two had a baby, she'd have to gain a few pounds.
The two hadn't even started an argument, and Summer Sutton conceded in front of Watt Bennet.
Watt Bennet withdrew his gaze from her, lowered his eyes to pick up the knife and fork, and continued serving her food, "Eat well! No matter how you eat, I love it."
Summer Sutton gave him a glare, resignedly continuing the battle with the food on her plate.
By the time they left the restaurant, it was already quite late.
