Manuel Ink closed the door behind him, slowly, step by step, he approached Summer Sutton.
The gentle breeze brushed by, and the dappled sunlight fell on his exquisitely carved handsome face, making him appear shrouded in a halo at that moment.
Standing beside Summer Sutton, an arm slipped around her slender waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.
In her astonishment, his kiss tenderly landed amidst her hair.
"Summer, do you know how much I wish this moment was real?" His voice was slow, deep enough to intoxicate.
Summer Sutton's body stiffened slightly, quietly listening, without speaking.
She thought Manuel would say more, but surprisingly, he simply held her quietly, embracing her as if savoring the present moment intensely, saying nothing further afterward.
Summer Sutton leaned against his chest, slowly analyzing what he had just said.
She seemed to understand why Manuel had wanted her to cooperate with him these past few days.
