However, Summer Sutton seemed oblivious, her arms clinging to Adrian Walyon's arm, constantly rubbing against him like a child, occasionally nudging his hand with her head.
"Adrian, I've been so nervous these past few days. Do you know how scared I was today? I was terrified Manuel Ink would go along with the Old Master's arrangement, or if you didn't come, what would I do then?"
She seemed somewhat melancholic, but the emotion quickly faded, replaced by a bright smile.
"But luckily, you came in the end! As long as you're here, nothing else matters." She continued talking to herself, and while speaking, she opened her arms and pulled Watt Bennet into an embrace.
Watt Bennet appeared a bit helpless, lowering his gaze to watch Summer Sutton, whose head was buried in his chest, for quite a while. His fingertips hooked onto her delicate chin, lifting her face, and Watt Bennet kissed her hard on the lips.
