Summer Sutton turned her head and stared fixedly at the shadow.
Watching the other person's awkward, mincing gait in the dark, she had originally thought, which pampered rich young master who's never set foot in the countryside has come here this late at night? But as the figure came closer and she clearly saw the outline, Summer froze.
The person who came was Watt Bennet, the man who at this hour should be lying comfortably in a tens-of-thousands-square-meter villa with a garden, enjoying the air-conditioning and sleeping on a two-meter-wide bed.
In the darkness, Watt groped his way to her. Once he got close, his sharp gaze swept in her direction, his look at her so vicious it was like he wanted to peel a layer of skin off her.
Summer was a little frightened by this version of him. It was already past ten—what was he doing here?
"You, you…" Summer stared at him in shock, unable to come back to herself for a long moment.
