He looked at her, his gaze incomparably deep, as if an entire ocean was brewing in his eyes.
The way he was now made Summer Sutton's heart flutter ever so slightly.
Watt Bennet held her hand tightly for quite a while, his voice very gentle. "I booked this dinner for my wife. Summer Sutton, do you know what it means that you came here tonight?"
Summer stayed silent and said nothing.
"I don't care how long I have to wait. As long as, in the end, I'm waiting for you, every minute of it is worth it." Watt still didn't let go of her hand. He looked at her with that fathomless gaze, as if his eyes were going to pull her in.
"Summer Sutton, will you be my wife?" Word by word, every sentence that rang out in the quiet restaurant was like aged wine, making Summer feel a little drunk.
