Free Web NovelChapter 1178: Chapter 1178: Do You Know How Long I’ve Been Looking for You?
Summer Sutton turned her head and stared fixedly at the shadow.
Watching the other person’s awkward, mincing gait in the dark, she had originally thought, which pampered rich young master who’s never set foot in the countryside has come here this late at night? But as the figure came closer and she clearly saw the outline, Summer froze.
The person who came was Watt Bennet, the man who at this hour should be lying comfortably in a tens-of-thousands-square-meter villa with a garden, enjoying the air-conditioning and sleeping on a two-meter-wide bed.
In the darkness, Watt groped his way to her. Once he got close, his sharp gaze swept in her direction, his look at her so vicious it was like he wanted to peel a layer of skin off her.
Summer was a little frightened by this version of him. It was already past ten—what was he doing here?
"You, you..." Summer stared at him in shock, unable to come back to herself for a long moment.
Watt shot her an angry look, walked straight past her into the house. He’d originally wanted to find some water to wipe the mud off his shoes and pant legs, but once he stepped inside, the room was completely empty.
Aside from a tattered wooden bed, there was nothing.
Watt drew in a deep breath, then turned and went to the courtyard to look for water.
He had just arrived here; he wasn’t familiar with anything.
He walked a lap around the courtyard and found nothing.
Watt was a little furious. He’d already been in a bad mood on the way here; now it felt as if someone had poured a bucket of oil on his chest, the fire in him crackling as it burned.
He was about to explode when Summer carefully scooped a little water into a small basin and handed it to him.
Her movements were extremely cautious, as if afraid that getting too close would drag her into his line of fire. She kept a certain distance from him and only stretched the basin out toward him from afar.
Watt was still stewing with anger, but he held it in and didn’t vent—for the moment. He first used the water to clean off the dirt on his pant legs and shoes.
As someone with severe cleanliness issues, his temper was clearly sky-high already, and yet the first thing he did at a time like this was still to clean the filth off his body.
He couldn’t tolerate the slightest bit of dirt.
From the corner of her eye, Summer’s glance drifted toward him. She patiently waited on the side until he’d nearly rubbed a hole in his pant leg, then tentatively asked, "What are you doing here?"
Watt ignored her and kept focused on cleaning himself.
"How did you know I was here?" Summer tried asking again.
Watt bent over polishing his shoes and still didn’t speak.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Summer asked once more.
Knowing he wouldn’t respond, she tried tempting him, "The production crew had cauldron-cooked food tonight—authentic farmhouse dishes, really good. I guarantee you’ve never had anything like it."
Watt drew in a slow breath, then lifted his face.
"Summer Sutton." Coldly, he called her name.
Summer guessed he was about to lecture her and obediently lowered her head.
"Do you know how many days I’ve been looking for you?" Watt shouted at her in fury.
Running into Old Master Ink had been pure accident as far as Summer was concerned.
These past few days, what Summer had been thinking was, if she could find a way to return to Watt’s side before Old Master Ink came back to the country, then she wouldn’t have to tell him about this.
What happened after going to Cannes—being secretly photographed, having it spread online, the whole thing blowing up that big—she had never expected.
Back in Cannes, the whole time she had been extremely careful to hide her face.
At a crowded event like a film festival, in order not to be photographed by the media, she hadn’t even gotten out of the car.
Watt finding out through the news was also something she hadn’t anticipated.
