Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 868: Stirring Up Trouble

Her kiss was gentle, like a light drizzle, cautious as if carrying an unspoken heartache.

The man’s body visibly trembled for a moment, and Summer Sutton could clearly feel his stiffness.

Instinctively wanting to push her away, yet his hand, already lifted, froze in mid-air.

Why could he feel the intense bitterness in her kiss?

Summer Sutton was still kissing him, arms wrapped around his waist, body pressed against his, kissing all the scars on his body.

Actually, the injured parts of the man’s body, aside from his leg, had long ceased to feel.

Summer Sutton’s kiss didn’t really alleviate the pain, instead it was like a flame, igniting him bit by bit.

Summer’s face was still buried in him, her attention absorbed by his scars, and at first, she didn’t notice anything.

But as she continued kissing, she suddenly felt the bathroom getting warmer.

Above her, the man’s breathing was a bit heavy. Lifting her face, meeting his gaze, she was struck by the deep, dark look in his eyes, as if gently tapped on the head.

She was a bit dazed, momentarily forgetting to react.

The two of them just quietly stared at each other.

The man stared at her for quite a while.

In Summer Sutton’s surprised gaze, his face slowly leaned closer.

Summer sensed what he intended to do, her heart thumping.

She felt a bit nervous, with a hint of anticipation.

Tightening her hold around his waist, she nervously twisted her fingers, closing her eyes, ready to receive his kiss.

But just as his lips were about to touch hers, he suddenly halted abruptly.

"You should leave now!" He straightened his body, lifting his face, and his tone returned to indifference.

All of Summer Sutton’s passion seemed doused with a bucket of water, snuffed out in an instant without a trace.

She glared at him fiercely, turned, and headed out of the bathroom.

Her mood was clearly unpleasant, and as she reached the door, she even kicked it a few times.

Bang!

The sound of the door closing was loud, and the louder the noise, the heavier her discontent.

Discontent over what?

Not being kissed?

The man quietly watched her like this for a while, his thin lips seemingly twitching slightly.

After Summer Sutton left, he stayed inside for a bit longer, finished showering, and when he came out, she was still there.

Summer Sutton seemed to have no intention of leaving tonight, standing by the bed, tidying up the sheets for him, then taking another sheet from the wardrobe and heading to the sofa in the room.

As a woman, she was quite accommodating, able to sleep anywhere.

She placed the sheet on the sofa, and without the man needing to say a word, she lay down, wrapped herself in it, and fell asleep just like that.

So naturally, as if this room wasn’t his, but hers.

In less than ten minutes, she was even snoring lightly.

She must have been exhausted, taking care of a man with an inconvenient leg injury, and with her tiny frame, it probably took all her strength to help him upstairs, sleeping deeply and soundly.

The man actually intended to ask her to leave, but he hadn’t expected her to fall asleep so quickly.

Raising his hand, he gave her a slight push, "Wake up!"

Summer Sutton hugged the blanket, still sleeping, not responding to him.

"Wake up!" The man called to her again.

Summer still didn’t respond, turning onto her side, her head buried under the sheet, sleeping soundly.