Free Web NovelChapter 1191: Chapter 1191: As Long as My Wife Knows How Great I Am
Watt seemed to freeze for a second, his body going slightly rigid.
He was waiting for what she’d say next, but who knew that after Summer Sutton suddenly tossed out that one line, there was nothing that followed.
What Summer had actually wanted to say was that every moment she spent with him, no matter where they were, no matter how tough the conditions, she was happy.
She didn’t say it out loud because she felt he’d understand.
But she forgot that sometimes men need a bit of coaxing too.
Nice words—no one ever gets tired of hearing them.
Watt waited and waited, and when her second half never came, his face instantly darkened.
"Looking for a beating?" Face stern, he snapped at her coldly.
Summer, "..."
"Next time, don’t come to places like this so often, hear me? Try getting yourself into trouble again!" Watt warned her with a stiff face.
His tone was harsh, but every word he said was clearly all out of concern for Summer.
"Got it, got it." Summer answered him several times in a row, not bothering to argue with his bad attitude.
Nestling comfortably in his arms, Summer rested her head against his chest again.
"I really do think it’s pretty nice here. Look, the air’s so fresh, it’s so quiet all around, and the bonfire and barbecue are fun too, aren’t they? When you’re staying up on the mountaintop, you can see the stars so clearly. You don’t get that in the city."
"You like it?" Watt lowered his eyes to glance at her, then tossed out another line, "When we get back, I’ll find a mountain on the outskirts and buy a villa on the top. We’ll go stay there every weekend?"
He’d always done things with that kind of lavish swagger. In Northtown, with housing prices that high, you can’t get a villa for anything less than tens of millions, maybe even over a hundred million.
But coming out of his mouth, it sounded as casual as buying a car worth a little over a hundred thousand.
Summer lifted her face to look at him, staring for a moment. The corners of her lips curled slightly. "Okay."
"Hurry up and sleep! Don’t you have to start work again tomorrow?" Watt urged her.
Summer shifted into a more comfortable position in his arms and closed her eyes in peace.
The mountain nights were just as Summer had said—wonderful—but there were risks.
After Summer fell asleep, the sound of wolves howling could be heard from all around.
On a night like that, there was no way Watt could fall asleep.
For the sake of their safety, he just held her like that and kept watch over her the whole night again.
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By the time they got back to Northtown, it was already two days later.
They’d only stayed in the mountains for four days, but Watt looked like he’d lost a whole size. Because he hadn’t rested for four nights, his eye bags were heavy, his face tired; anyone who didn’t know better would think he’d gone off somewhere to suffer.
In contrast, Summer—the one who had actually gone into the mountains to work—was full of energy, her complexion rosy, her whole spirit looking great.
That day when they got back, Alexander Winslow came to pick up the couple.
Seeing Watt like this, and not caring that there were so many people on the street, he just blurted out, "Your stamina’s trash, huh? Just a few days and you’re already wiped out?"
He said it so bluntly, and in the adult world, what that was referring to—anyone would understand.
Summer was mortified, standing there stiffly, face so red she didn’t know where to put herself.
Watt’s face went dark, and he lifted his leg to give Alexander a kick. "Get lost!"
"What did I say that was wrong?" Alexander rubbed the knee that had been kicked, complaining a little. "Hit a nerve, did I?"
A nerve, my ass.
Was he sneakily implying that he had performance issues?
Watt’s face was covered in frost as he cast him a sideways glance, let out a cold little laugh, and yanked Summer over to his side. "Whether I’ve got it or not, my wife knows perfectly well."
