Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 1107: No Matter How Busy, Don’t Forget Your Wife

Watt grabbed her wrist, gave it a tug, pulling her body to collide with his chest.

His arms firmly encircled her body, Watt flipped over, pressing her beneath him, and bent down to kiss her.

"Just a few nights, is that really enough?" His voice carried a low chuckle, Summer Sutton’s words were teasingly turned into something more suggestive by him.

Summer Sutton was already accustomed to his shamelessness, glared at him, and ignored him.

Watt continued kissing her, the kisses fell on her softly, much gentler than the previous nights.

Pecking at her lips, he took her hand, his lips slowly moved down along her arm, landing kisses in the crook of her arm and palm.

He lingered at her palm for quite a while, his face slowly lifted, "Summer, give me some time, hmm?"

Summer Sutton was momentarily unsure of what he meant.

Was he talking about moving back to Morning Garden, returning to Adrian Walyon’s identity?

Watt offered no explanation, burying his face, he kissed her intently.

Tonight, he was exceptionally patient, Summer Sutton initially didn’t want to respond to him, but eventually, she couldn’t withstand it.

Her arms hugged him tightly, she uttered sounds beneath him that were impossible to suppress...

The whole night, the entire living room, strange noises never ceased...

...

When Summer Sutton woke up the next day, Watt was not there again.

She had grown accustomed to his early departures every morning, reappearing in the middle of the night, Summer Sutton gritted her teeth cursing him inwardly, but wasn’t overly concerned.

Just starting breakfast, Marshall Quinn appeared in the villa.

"Miss Sutton, the young master asked me to come." Marshall Quinn looked at her and said.

He already mentioned that Watt sent him, so she naturally understood the purpose of his visit.

To help her move.

Summer Sutton heavily suspected that Watt wanted her to move in to make those nightly crazy activities more convenient.

Summer Sutton actually didn’t want to go, especially not for such a reason.

Now, Watt made her feel more like a bedmate than a spouse.

However, considering the ointment she brought back hadn’t been tried on him, Summer Sutton still went upstairs to pack her belongings briefly, handed them over to Marshall Quinn to take to Watt’s villa, then went to work at Royal Delight.

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At the end of the day’s work, Summer Sutton went to Watt’s villa around five o’clock.

Today she returned very early, leaving as soon as work ended.

She thought, given Watt’s recent return time, showing up at the villa now meant he certainly wouldn’t be there.

Unexpectedly, upon entering the living room, she found him lazily sitting on the couch, seemingly waiting for her.

Seeing him like this left Summer Sutton a bit stunned.

"Not busy today?" Summer Sutton looked at him and asked puzzled.

"No matter how busy, I have to accompany my wife, don’t I?" Watt replied snappily, picking up a magazine on the couch to flip through.

Summer Sutton was particularly disdainful of his words.

Yeah right, in all those days before, how come he didn’t think of accompanying her?

Summer Sutton stared at him for a long time, unable to figure out what he was doing.

Not understanding him, Summer Sutton went upstairs to change into a fresh dress, then went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Just as she entered, Watt followed her into the kitchen.

Summer Sutton turned her back to him, doing her own thing.

Watt’s gaze fell on her, watching her busy, his eyes constantly fixated on the hem of her skirt.