His voice was loud, echoing throughout the entire bathroom.
Summer Sutton looked up blankly, her gaze somewhat bewildered as she looked at him.
Watt Bennet couldn't be bothered to explain to her. He lifted her, who had already managed her physiological needs but was still sitting on the toilet, and turned to carry her back to the bedroom.
Tonight, he was a bit short-tempered. He tossed her onto the bed, his tall body following her up.
Summer turned her head, staring at his face that was so close to hers, and slowly uttered something that almost made him lose his temper again.
She scrutinized him for a while, her eyebrows knitting in suspicion, "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?"
Watt kept taking deep breaths again and again.
Suppressing all his anger, he flipped her beneath him.
"Are you doing this on purpose to provoke me?" His handsome face leaned toward her as he slowly asked.
In fact, Watt had suspected this question from the very beginning.
