The cruise ship they were on was a luxury liner, equipped with over twenty top-tier luxury lounges.
They casually chose one, kicked the door open, and as soon as the door swung shut, Summer Sutton seemed unable to hold on for even another moment, pressing her body against Watt Bennet's, continuously rubbing against him.
Her eyebrows were tightly knit, her expression conveyed extreme pain.
She was waiting for Watt to react, but he just stood there rigidly, without any movement.
He seemed to be struggling with something, his gaze hesitant.
If he took her, regardless of the identity he appeared before her with, their relationship would never be straightforward again...
"Adrian Walyon..." Summer Sutton looked at him with grievance, urging him.
Watt Bennet's hand fell on her forearm, just watching her, still in turmoil.
At this moment, Summer Sutton felt as if she was in a pile of fire, extremely uncomfortable.
