Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 853: Unveiling His Mask

In order to prevent him from pushing her away again, when she fell, she even cleverly wrapped her arms around his waist quickly.

Summer Sutton’s arms hugged him tightly, and after successfully falling onto the man’s legs, this time the man did not push her away.

Summer felt a bit triumphant, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she raised her hand to remove the man’s mask.

Unexpectedly, when her hand was about to touch the man’s face, it froze.

He was sweating.

Although it was the afternoon with sunshine, how hot could Northtown’s spring temperature get?

Summer Sutton was stunned for a moment, her gaze stiffly landing on the man’s legs pressed down by her body, and once she realized, she became a bit flustered, quickly bouncing off his legs, standing aside properly, not daring to move recklessly again.

"Is your leg injury still severe? Did I press on your injured spot? Sorry, it wasn’t intentional!" She was somewhat panicked, reaching out with a hand wanting to check the injury on the man’s leg, her hand already reaching the man’s pants but was pushed away.

The man’s complexion was pale, evidently from the pain.

"Miss, please have some self-respect!" A cold remark, he said it without the slightest warmth.

The tone was slightly deeper than Adrian Walyon’s voice.

Summer Sutton’s outstretched hand froze right there.

With a stiff face, she looked up, staring firmly at the man’s still masked face, not daring to believe what she heard.

Miss?

Miss...

The man’s eyebrows were knitted tightly, the pain from his leg injury evident, Summer Sutton couldn’t see his face but could feel his agony from the sound of his gasps.

Cold sweat was continually rolling down his forehead, sliding down his rugged facial lines, soaking a patch on his clean shirt.

Summer Sutton snapped back to reality, feeling somewhat at a loss seeing him like this.

She wanted to help but didn’t know how to do it.

The man ignored her, fumbling for his phone to call Alexander Winslow.

"What happened? What happened? Where’s the injury?" Alexander Winslow hurried over a few minutes later, glancing at Summer Sutton standing there, he hesitated for a moment.

Summer Sutton’s heart was all caught up on the man’s leg in the wheelchair, she didn’t explain.

"Find a place and I’ll take a look at it!" Gathering himself, Alexander Winslow pushed the man in the wheelchair towards the rest area.

Summer Sutton was worried, the moment they stepped away, she immediately followed them.

Closely trailing behind, as she walked, she kept staring at the injured leg of the man with the mask, as if extremely worried.

Alexander Winslow turned his head to look at her again.

Summer Sutton was dumbfounded for a while, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I accidentally pressed this gentleman’s injury just now." She explained awkwardly.

"How did you press it?" Alexander Winslow asked casually.

"..." Summer Sutton was stumped, not knowing how to answer.

Could she say she deliberately threw herself into his arms and pressed it?

"Go inside!" The man in the wheelchair unexpectedly spoke.

"Sorry, beautiful, allow me to check on my friend first, I won’t be able to chat with you." Alexander Winslow gathered himself and pushed him inside, flipping his hand to close the door.

Summer Sutton was locked outside, concerned about the masked man’s leg injury, she did not leave.

Pacing back and forth outside the room, Summer Sutton frustratedly smacked her head several times.

How could she forget his injury?

She was really a fool!

Inside the room, Alexander Winslow raised the man’s trouser leg, starting to inspect him.

As he checked, he chatted, "She seems very concerned about you, don’t think I didn’t notice, you guys knew each other, right?"