Summer Sutton stiffly held her phone, feeling a bit puzzled.

What was he up to?

"Who called?" Watt Bennet walked out from the room, casually asking.

Summer Sutton glanced at him, speaking softly, "Jimmy Evans."

Expressionless, she was observing his reaction.

Watt Bennet was taken aback for a moment, "What does he want?"

"Not sure, just set up a meeting time." Summer Sutton said.

Watt Bennet thought for a moment, then directly shot back, "Don’t go."

"But what if it’s something important?" Summer Sutton reminded him.

"I said, don’t go!" Watt Bennet lifted his face, his attitude firm.

He always disliked Summer Sutton meeting Ryan Walyon, there was no room for negotiation on this.

Summer Sutton’s lips pursed, she didn’t argue with him.

If not going, then not going, she didn’t have much intention to go anyway.

Without dwelling on this, Summer Sutton turned and entered the bedroom.

Watt Bennet had just finished showering, the bathroom door was open, steam billowing out, the whole room was shrouded in mist.

He seemed to plan on sleeping in the living room tonight; as he walked out, he picked up a thin quilt.

Summer Sutton’s peripheral vision drifted towards him, seeing him like this made her somewhat displeased.

Now their relationship was already known to everyone, and most importantly, she was still his legal wife, why sleep separately?

While sorting through her pajamas, Summer Sutton racked her brain on how to break this boundary between them.

Going through tens of her pajamas over and over again, Summer Sutton originally thought about whether to choose a slightly sexier one that he couldn’t resist.

But remembering last time when even wrapped in a quilt made Watt Bennet take a cold shower for an hour, she restrained her impulse.

Actually, as long as a man loves you, when two are alone together, there will be feelings.

It has nothing to do with what kind of clothes you wear.

Summer Sutton stopped worrying about the pajamas, casually picked a T-shirt and shorts, and went into the bathroom to shower.

When she came out, the quilt on the sofa was already laid out, Watt Bennet seemed ready to sleep.

Summer Sutton, with her two slender and fair comic book girl legs, walked over, and just as he was about to lie down, she swiftly slid into his quilt.

Her movements were very quick, like a nimble cat.

After lying in, she tugged the blanket to cover herself, and Summer Sutton nonchalantly turned her head to look at him, "Not sleeping?"

The corners of her lips pulled into a shallow arc, her face bearing a somewhat smug smile.

Watt Bennet looked at her with a stern face, seemingly helpless towards her.

Did she really not know why he wasn’t sleeping?

Summer Sutton actually knew very well in her heart, but she pretended to know nothing, even yawning as she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Her back to him, eyes closed, she quietly paid attention to his movements.

Summer Sutton silently counted the time he would lie down beside her, waiting for him, she even subtly tugged at her T-shirt collar.

Although, as said, it didn’t matter what she wore in front of him, but perhaps marginal sacrifice might increase the success rate?

At this point, Summer Sutton was even thinking if she and he ended up doing those things, how the process would happen.

Would she be on top? Or would he be on top?

Adrian Walyon always liked to be in control in such matters, Summer Sutton felt certain he wouldn’t let her be on top.