Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 877: Can’t You Be Gentle?

He didn’t take action, and Summer Sutton was once again frustrated.

She kissed him with some insistence, her hand slowly slid towards the buttons of his shirt, and then ventured inside.

Her soft hand stroked his chest, her palm gently brushed over his solid muscles, and when it reached his chest, Summer’s palm lingered there for quite a while.

Although his face showed no reaction to her actions, she could feel his heartbeat racing.

Just like those countless nights when Adrian Walyon lay on her...

Summer’s thoughts grew dim as she pondered.

She slowly raised her face, examining him closely, staring at his masked face for a long time.

Watt Bennet’s gaze met hers, watching her slowly blurred eyes, seeming to stall for a moment, a faint crack appeared in his otherwise calm gaze.

Summer Sutton’s hand kept struggling, gripping the sofa beneath her for some time, torn between continuing her attempt to remove his mask and waiting for the day he’d willingly reveal his face to her.

If she waited for his willingness, how long would she have to wait?

Summer didn’t want to care anymore, she raised her hand and reached towards his face.

Her speed was always swift, each time she thought she would succeed.

But each time this man named Watt was even faster, so fast that Summer didn’t even see how he did it.

When she regained her senses, her wrist was already tightly gripped by him, pressed down by her side.

"Miss Sutton!" he said in a steady voice, as if slightly provoked by her.

Summer pretended not to understand his tone, her wrist struggled in his grip, she feigned weakness, softly moaning, "It hurts, it hurts, couldn’t you be gentler?"

Her soft voice carried a hint of complaint, sounding like a woman acting spoiled towards her lover.

The man beneath her originally pursed his cold lips, seemingly twitched a couple of times, his tense, handsome face showed signs of crumbling.

Summer Sutton withdrew her hand from his grip, slowly climbed off him, and sank into the sofa.

"Are you hungry? I’ll make you some dessert. My baking skills are quite good, you’re in luck to taste it." Summer spoke with confidence as she flexed her hand and headed to the kitchen.

Watt Bennet’s place had no baking materials, yet she didn’t mind going out to buy them, after searching the kitchen and finding nothing, she drove out.

Half an hour later, she returned carrying several bags.

The ingredients she bought were all for making cakes, once back, she shut the kitchen door and busied herself inside.

She stayed inside for quite a while, a full four hours, long enough to make Watt, who wasn’t hungry initially, feel starved.

"It’s done!" She came out holding a large cake.

She placed it on the dining table and cut two small pieces.

Watt slowly wheeled himself over, and seeing the cake on the table, his gaze instantly froze.

Summer Sutton had made a cherry blossom mousse, the same cake Adrian Walyon used when he confessed.

Summer later made it at home a couple of times, each time filled with overwhelming love.

Quietly gazing at the cake on the table, Watt’s eyes seemed glued to it, unmoving for a long while...