Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 913: Now Only I Can See

Summer Sutton’s smiling face instantly froze.

She scanned fiercely in Watt Bennet’s direction, her gaze at him was somewhat angry.

He did it on purpose, didn’t he?

Summer was certain that his actions just now were intentional!

Watt acted as if he hadn’t seen her gaze, casually walked past her, and calmly returned to his table and sat down.

Summer’s dress was dirty; there probably wouldn’t be any way she could go on stage to present the award later.

Angrily, she trembled for a while, digging her nails repeatedly into the palm’s flesh.

"Oh no, what should we do?" Ariella Sawyer looked at her stained formal dress and worried a bit for her.

"Help me present the award later." Summer threw the words at her and stood up, heading towards the lounge.

She intended to clean her dress, and there were actually several paths she could take from her table to the lounge, but she deliberately chose the one in Watt’s direction.

When passing by Watt’s side, Summer, right under his nose, bumped into his glass with her elbow.

She returned the bump Watt had given her in the same way.

The wine in the glass spilled out, drenching Watt’s crotch completely.

Summer glanced at his crotch, a cold snort escaping her lips, and expressionlessly continued towards the lounge.

"Brother Watt, are you okay? What’s that woman on about?" Lily Winslow looked at Watt’s stained clothes, showing some concern.

"I’m fine." Watt replied to her plainly with three words, pushing his wheelchair, also leaving the scene.

Tonight’s award ceremony had prepared only a few lounges, just three or four in total.

When Watt went to the lounge, all of them were occupied.

Without thinking much, his gaze fixed on a room with wine drippings at the entrance, and he directly pushed the door open.

Upon entering, he saw Summer facing away from him, lifting her dress hem to dab at the spilled wine on it.

With only herself in the room, her movements were relatively free, the hem raised high, revealing her two slender and fair legs in the air.

The abrupt door push frightened her, and when she turned her head, her face was somewhat pale.

But upon seeing clearly the man who entered, all expressions on her face transformed into anger.

Watt walked in expressionlessly, bypassing her and directly entering the restroom of the lounge.

Inside, he rinsed the wet areas of his pants, squeezed the water out, and then slowly emerged.

Both had wet spots on their bodies, which looked quite odd, one with a wet crotch, the other with a wet dress, seemingly caused by having done something.

Still damp, in their state, it was naturally impossible to head out.

Watt casually took a decoration in his palm, leisurely admiring it.

He seemed prepared to wait in this room until the wet area of his pants dried before going out, his expression appearing quite relaxed.

The lounge had no blower, and Summer was helpless with the wet spot on her dress, continuously using tissues to absorb the moisture, hoping to dry the dress quickly.

Her movements appeared somewhat hurried, both anxious and helpless, forming a stark contrast with Watt’s nonchalance.

Watt’s gaze casually drifted in her direction, seeing her like this, he was in quite a good mood.

Finally, she could only be seen by him now!

Summer was a bit frustrated as she arranged her dress, turning her head to look at him, her gaze somewhat annoyed, "You did that on purpose, right?"