Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 904: Kiss...
As he thought about it, Marshall Quinn suddenly felt a surge of excitement in his heart.
Could their Young Master Walyon still be alive?
To survive a plane crash seemed too unbelievable, but that man was Young Master Walyon!
Adrian Walyon is someone who creates miracles; one more miracle wouldn’t be surprising.
However, without seeing Watt Bennet’s face, Marshall Quinn couldn’t be sure.
But regardless, Watt Bennet’s existence at least proved that Adrian Walyon might still be alive!
Besides, ever since Summer Sutton first knew of Watt Bennet’s existence, her feelings towards him were always different from those towards others.
Marshall Quinn felt that his own intuition might not be accurate, but Summer Sutton’s intuition was far more precise than anyone else’s; he should trust her instincts.
If Summer Sutton didn’t know something, she wouldn’t have acted so brazenly by splashing water in front of Watt Bennet, a stranger, right?
The more Marshall Quinn thought about it, the more excited he became, his feelings boiling like hot water.
The hands pushing the wheelchair tightly gripped the handles, and Marshall Quinn’s eyes suddenly became a bit wet.
As a young man in his early twenties, knowing Adrian Walyon was still alive, he inexplicably felt like crying at this moment.
Summer Sutton’s struggles were evident to all of Adrian Walyon’s assistants. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
If Adrian Walyon didn’t return soon, Marshall Quinn was genuinely afraid Summer Sutton might collapse one day and never recover...
"Sir, where should we go?" Pushing Watt Bennet to the roadside, Marshall Quinn stood upright, waiting respectfully for his instructions.
Watt Bennet’s thin lips slowly parted as he calmly said two words, "Hotel."
"Alright." Marshall Quinn pushed him to the car, drove with him and Summer Sutton to a nice nearby hotel, booked a room, escorted them inside, then sensibly went to get a doctor for Summer Sutton and bought medicine.
Summer Sutton’s fainting was due to exhaustion, having had far too little sleep lately.
While her constitution wasn’t particularly weak, she was still a woman after all, bearing too many burdens alone, going days without sleep, which no one could endure.
The doctor arrived at the hotel, thoroughly examined Summer Sutton, and then administered some nutritional fluids.
He didn’t leave the room until after one in the morning.
"I’m seeing the doctor out, Miss Sutton is in your care!" Marshall Quinn sensibly followed the doctor out, and once he went downstairs, he didn’t return.
In the room, only Watt Bennet and the sleeping Summer Sutton remained.
Summer Sutton’s face was still pale, lying quietly on the bed, vulnerable like a shattered rag doll.
Watt Bennet’s gaze fell on her face and lingered for a long time.
Tonight, Summer Sutton appeared quite disheveled, her hand injured and wrapped in thick bandages, her forehead swollen and covered in bruises, her face as pale as a ghost.
Watt Bennet’s gaze stayed quietly on her face for a moment, his hand supporting her injured one, lost in thought for a while.
Summer Sutton slept deeply, head spinning, feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, lying on the bed she didn’t want to wake up.
Watt Bennet watched her like this for a long time, his fingertip gently brushing over her bandaged hand, tucking her arm under the blanket, he leaned down, his lips lightly kissed her forehead...
His kiss, like him, carried a gentle coolness.
