Her gaze moved around the room, searching for a tool she could use to attack.
She spotted a vase not far away and ran over without bothering to put on slippers, firmly clutching the vase as a weapon in her hands, hiding her body behind the balcony door.
The sound from outside the room echoed again, growing clearer, as if it was right on the balcony.
Summer Sutton's heart leaped to her throat; when footsteps suddenly came from the balcony, she raised the vase in her hand, ready to pull open the door and smash it down on the head of the person outside. But ultimately, she didn't have the courage to face an unknown man who might be armed.
Nervous and sweating from her palms, Summer couldn't hold it in any longer and blurted out Watt Bennet's name, "Watt!"
Her call was urgent, her voice trembling slightly.
Watt Bennet stayed here tonight simply to spend more time with her.
