Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 903: Fainting

Watt Bennet was focusedly chatting with the client when suddenly there came an exclamation from the crowd, "Oh my God! What happened?"

Watt was startled for a moment, and when he turned stiffly towards the source of the sound, he saw Summer Sutton’s head dropping onto the table.

With a loud thump, the noise was clear even amidst the chaotic setting.

Her head hit the edge of the table as it fell, seemingly a painful impact.

A passing servant was shocked by Summer Sutton, hastily helping her up, "Miss, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Do you need me to call a doctor from home?"

Marshall Quinn was chatting with the client nearby and hurried over when he saw the situation.

"Miss Sutton, are you alright? What’s wrong? Tell me!"

Summer Sutton struggled to lift her face, stared at him with indistinct eyes, and shook her head gently, "I’m fine..."

She seemed to want to reassure Marshall, yet the pallor of her raised face hardly resembled that of a fine person.

Summer Sutton’s vision was blurry, and when she looked at the surrounding people, everyone seemed to be spinning, all she saw were overlapping images. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Her forehead was injured, having bumped into quite a large lump, which she seemed to be unaware of.

Dazedly looking at the group of people in front of her, Summer Sutton’s sight was indistinct.

In a daze, she seemed to see the figure in a wheelchair slowly approaching her.

In the wind, there was a refreshing scent, like the dew of a winter morning.

Like Adrian Walyon’s aura.

Summer Sutton attempted to identify it, but her consciousness couldn’t hold up.

At the moment the indistinct figure reached her side, Summer Sutton’s vision darkened, and she fell backward—

There seemed to be alarmed cries all around her; Summer Sutton couldn’t see or hear anything.

Her mind was muddled, feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds, trying to lift her eyelids, but she couldn’t.

Summer Sutton sank into a profound stupor, unaware of anything that happened afterwards...

The man who approached stretched out an arm, catching her falling body with one hand.

Quietly gazing at her, whose eyes were closed and face pale like ashes, he watched for a while before lifting her up.

"Brother Watt..." Lily Winslow seemed to guess what he intended to do, trying to stop him, her hand landed on his arm but was brushed aside by him.

Watt encircled her tightly within his arms, disregarding everyone else present, only casting a faint glance at Marshall Quinn.

His gaze was cold, yet commanding, causing Marshall to suddenly find him very akin to Adrian Walyon.

Marshall was stunned half a second, his head hardly able to process thoughts, but his hands were already in motion, helping to push the wheelchair.

Watt held Summer Sutton, Marshall pushed him in the wheelchair, and the three of them left the party scene just like that.

On their way out, Marshall kept quietly watching Watt.

Watt wore a mask, and since knowing this person, Marshall had never seen his true face.

The incident involving Adrian Walyon was a plane accident, previously Marshall dared not associate anyone with Adrian.

However, now, studying Watt so closely, he found that he really resembled Adrian Walyon.

Whether it was the features, the aura, or even the concern for Summer Sutton.

The person who cares most about Summer Sutton in this world is Adrian Walyon, isn’t it?

Only he would accommodate Summer Sutton in every way, and only he would be so anxious about her, right?