Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 905: Like a Dream, Yet Not a Dream

The lips rested on Summer Sutton’s forehead for a long time, as if reluctant to move away...

Summer Sutton was in a deep sleep, knowing nothing.

She slept soundly, in a haze, she felt like she was being held in someone’s arms. The embrace had the scent and warmth of Adrian Walyon, but also carried the faint coldness of Watt Bennet.

All night, Summer Sutton felt a pair of arms holding her, but at that moment, her mind was too muddled. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but her eyelids refused to lift.

After a hazy sleep, she woke up the next day, and it was already nine o’clock.

She was lying on the bed in the hotel room, and the room was empty, with only her in it.

Summer Sutton rubbed her aching forehead and found that the spot she bumped last night was sticky, like it had ointment applied.

The place on her hand, pricked by a glass, had new bandages, looking like they were just changed not long ago.

Summer Sutton lifted her hand, staring blankly at the white bandage, losing her focus.

The doorbell of the room rang at this moment, and the voice of a hotel staff came, "Miss, are you awake? A gentleman ordered breakfast for you, and we’ve brought it!"

Summer Sutton snapped back to reality and went to the door to open it.

Taking the breakfast, she casually asked, "Which gentleman?"

"The one who came here with you last night." The staff smiled and helped her close the door.

Summer Sutton carried the breakfast to the room’s balcony and absentmindedly nibbled at it.

The breakfast brought by the staff was only a few slices of toast, a fruit platter, and a cup of hot milk, similar to what Summer Sutton usually eats.

Summer Sutton froze for a moment, lost in thought, when suddenly Marshall Quinn’s call came through.

Summer Sutton picked up her phone and answered the call.

"Miss Sutton, are you awake? Feeling any better today? You scared me to death last night! I was so nervous on the way bringing you here. If you’re awake, I’ll come over to see you later, and take you to work." Marshall Quinn’s voice came from the other end, rattling off a whole bunch of words.

Summer Sutton originally wanted to ask him about last night, but before she could speak, he explained everything.

Summer Sutton’s gaze shifted to the breakfast she was eating, and a wave of disappointment surged in her heart.

It was Marshall Quinn who brought her here last night...

"I’m fine now, come and pick me up later!" Hanging up the phone, Summer Sutton suddenly felt that she was being a bit ironic.

What was she thinking?

Watt’s leg was so injured, how could he have brought her here?

With a bitter tug at the corner of her mouth, she drank the milk clean, quickly finished the breakfast, and left the hotel room.

As she went downstairs, Marshall Quinn’s car arrived just in time.

Marshall Quinn led her into the car, reminding her as they walked, "Miss Sutton, you mustn’t push yourself so hard in the future. You can’t just not take care of yourself because you feel young. If you really exhaust yourself one day, what will happen to the entire Morningview Group? Young Master Walyon would be so worried!"

He rambled on a lot, but Summer Sutton listened absentmindedly.

She just gave a faint "mm," and after that, she didn’t speak.

Marshall Quinn started the car and slowly headed towards the Royal Delight Group.

As the car drove on, he couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Summer Sutton.

Seeing the obvious disappointment on her face, Marshall Quinn actually guessed what she was thinking.