Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 886: Still Solid Where It Counts

The man beside her cast a cold gaze her way, as icy as the sound of shattering ice that Summer Sutton could almost hear.

Summer Sutton felt a chill from his stare, barely daring to speak as she helped him into the house with her head down.

She hadn’t been here for several days, and upon arriving, she took on the role of a diligent homemaker, tidying up the villa thoroughly. Afterwards, she went out to buy some groceries and began preparing dinner.

Considering that he had been relying on takeout during her absence, Summer’s dinner was a sumptuous spread, all nourishing dishes, as if worried he hadn’t been cared for properly and had lost weight.

For the two-person dinner, she prepared seven or eight dishes. Once they were all placed on the dining table, Summer called out to the man in the living room, "Dinner is ready; we can eat now!"

The man in the living room came over with a stern expression, wheeling himself in his wheelchair without a word, sitting down quietly.

Summer just served him a bowl of rice, not rushing to eat herself.

She crouched down in front of him, placing her hand on his leg, staring at his injured leg, "It’s been so many days, is it getting better?"

Her concern was evident on her face, and as she spoke, she was about to roll up Watt Bennet’s pant leg.

In front of him, Summer was completely at ease, doing whatever came to mind without understanding the concept of feminine restraint.

After several attempts at rolling up his pant leg, failing each time, her hand moved directly to his waist with a more straightforward action.

Her hand on his waistband, it seemed Summer intended to take his pants off directly.

The face of the man beside her, under his mask, visibly darkened.

Summer didn’t even glance at his expression and continued her struggle with his pants.

Having made several attempts unsuccessfully, her hand shifted to his zipper, grabbing it with the intent to unzip.

She had undone it halfway when, above her, the man’s cold scolding suddenly sounded, "Miss Sutton!"

Summer froze for a moment, her face slowly lifting up.

Looking at him, her eyes were a bit confused.

Watt squinted his eyes, staring at her for a moment, and coldly reminded her, "My leg injury is internal, congenital."

His words held importance in the latter part, emphasizing that his leg was congenital.

Summer looked as if she had a sudden realization, gently tapping her forehead, "How did I forget? We checked it twenty days after the injury."

She had clearly only heard the first half of his sentence, purposely ignoring the latter half that Watt emphasized.

She firmly believed his injury was caused by the plane crash a month ago.

Watt seemed quite exasperated with her, his fingers continuously massaging his temple.

Summer almost pulled his pants off, yet still felt no embarrassment and calmly helped him adjust them back, as if nothing had happened. She picked up some food for him, "Eat up, eat up! Look how thin you’ve gotten, I was only gone for a bit over ten days."

Her words carried an ability to leave people speechless with every line.

A few more black lines seemed to appear on Watt’s forehead.

"Thin? The parts that should grow aren’t shortened, the parts that should be solid are still solid, and the parts that should be strong are just as vigorous!!" Coldly, he suddenly curled his lips in a darkly playful way.

Being adults, what he insinuated was undoubtedly understood by Summer.

Summer was taken aback by his words, almost spitting out the soup she had just swallowed.