Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 861: Chasing Him to His Home

After speaking, without waiting for the passengers’ agreement, Summer Sutton opened the car door and sat down inside.

The man sitting beside her seemed surprised by her directness, stunned for a moment.

Summer Sutton didn’t care, shutting the car door. Now that she was in, she suddenly asked, "By the way, where are you headed?"

Alexander Winslow, "..."

Masked Man, "..."

Alexander curled his lips for a while and reminded her with a serious tone, "Beauty, you just said we’re going the same way."

If she didn’t even know which direction they were headed, how could it be the same way?

Summer Sutton didn’t think there was any problem with her words, explaining indifferently, "We all live in the same city, within the urban area; how are we not going the same way?"

Alexander was speechless at her response, completely defeated by her.

Why didn’t she say everyone lives in the same country, on the same planet?

"You win!" Giving her an impressed look, Alexander was about to start the car when his phone suddenly rang.

A call from the Winslows.

"Where are you? Haven’t come home for days? Come back right now!" The Old Master yelled on the phone, then hung up abruptly.

Alexander’s ears buzzed painfully from the shouting.

He was always most afraid of calls from the elder at home. After answering the call, he opened the car door and got out, "There must be some trouble at home, I have to go. You guys use the car; I’ll just flag down another one."

With that, he quickly disappeared.

The man in the back seat looked dark; even with the mask on, Summer Sutton could clearly sense it.

Ignoring his gaze, Summer turned to the driver’s seat, fastened her seatbelt, and slowly started the car, "Where do you live? I’ll take you!"

The car she was driving belonged to someone else, yet her tone was as if she owned it.

The man with the last name Jing had a leg injury. Being left like this by Alexander, he certainly couldn’t drive back home.

His face stiffened for a while before he coldly uttered, "355 West Street."

Summer Sutton’s lips curved into a proud smile, and she slowly drove to the address he gave.

Her mood seemed great, showing no guard against the man in the back seat, she even hummed a tune while driving.

"Hitching a ride from a stranger’s car on the roadside, isn’t Miss Sutton a bit too casual?" The man’s voice sounded from the back, indifferent and still lacking warmth.

"Why does it matter?" Summer Sutton didn’t take his words to heart, turning her head to respond, "Because that person is you!"

She spoke naturally; because he was the one, she had no concern.

Because he was the one, even though he might not recognize her, she still completely trusted him.

The man in the back seemed a bit surprised by her words, remaining silent for a long time.

The car interior suddenly became quieter.

Summer Sutton drove, expertly finding the street where he lived, finally parking outside his community.

He lived in a minimalist villa, its style similar to Morning Garden. Standing outside the fence, one could see the garden full of blooming Blue Bell flowers.

Summer Sutton parked the car, went around to the back seat, opened the door, and helped the man out.

After he sat in the wheelchair, he slowly headed into the villa.

As soon as he stepped inside, Summer Sutton followed him in—