Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 910: Out of Control
His grip was strong, domineering, and forceful, grasping Summer Sutton’s wrist. Summer tried several times to struggle, but couldn’t break free.
"Bastard, let go of me! What right do you have to control me? A while ago, I offered myself to you, and you didn’t want it. Now you’ve pushed me away, yet you interfere so much? What do you take me for?" Summer was furious, tried to pry his hand off but failed several times, and suddenly leaned down, using the hand he still held, and bit down.
She bit fiercely, like a savage cat, as if the flesh on Watt Bennet’s body was not flesh, as if it didn’t hurt.
At this moment, Summer’s anger was extraordinarily intense.
She couldn’t accept Adrian Walyon clearly was alive and well, yet once again pushed her away.
The greater the anger in her heart, the more vicious Summer’s bite.
She left deep teeth marks on Watt’s strong arm, not satisfied with that, she bit down again, biting until his arm bled, her own teeth turned sore, yet Summer showed no intention of letting go.
The taste of blood in her mouth was strong, full of a bitter, intense flavor.
The man beside her remained rigid, allowing her actions, not showing any intention to push her away.
It’s flesh attached to his body—how could it not hurt?
Yet Watt didn’t utter a sound from start to finish.
Summer’s emotions were somewhat intense; after venting, she still hadn’t calmed down.
She wanted to rush out with her head down, but was firmly pulled back by the man.
"Adrian Walyon!" Summer was completely enraged, cold-faced, she yelled his name.
The man ignored her words, and to Summer’s astonished gaze, suddenly stood up.
He pushed her into a cubicle, pressed her against the wall, his tall body leaned in, and before Summer could react, his kiss landed overwhelmingly...
This was his first time actively kissing her after returning to her side under Watt’s identity, without any warning, not provoked by Summer.
His kiss carried a strong sense of possessiveness and dominance, and even a trace of ambiguous desire.
Summer’s body went rigid in his arms, her head felt dizzy.
Woodenly allowing him to kiss her, she even forgot to struggle.
Watt’s kiss had Adrian’s familiar scent, even the warmth of his lips, the degree of dominance, was identical to Adrian.
Summer froze in his arms, her mind blanked for a few seconds.
Allowing him to kiss her for a while, Summer felt a bit lost.
Her hand stiffly raised, intending to fall in the crook of his arm, but it was as if Watt felt a basin of water poured on hot blood, suddenly waking him up, he abruptly pushed Summer away.
Summer’s raised hand froze mid-air, her face instantly stiffened.
"Sorry, I lost control." He threw her the sentence, turned his back and headed out of the cubicle.
Summer stood rigidly in place, all the anger in her chest reignited.
"Don’t make me start hating you!" She tossed him the sentence, lowered her head and quickly exited the restroom.
Returning to the award ceremony site, her clothes and hair were somewhat disheveled.
Having been kissed by Watt, the lipstick on her lips was smudged, even the corners were smeared.
When Summer left the restroom, she hadn’t looked in the mirror, seemingly unaware of the issue.
Her bright red lips appeared like petals ravaged.
At the table, there was only Ariella Sawyer, no one else.
Ariella saw her like this, and was startled.
