Turning his head slightly, he glanced at Summer Sutton indifferently.
"I'll take you inside! You see, it's quite inconvenient for you with the wheelchair to go up and down the steps." Summer Sutton ignored his gaze, treating it as air, and placed her hand on his wheelchair, pushing him slowly into the house as if it were her own home.
As she walked, she eyed the villa, surveying everywhere.
The villa's design was simple, featuring a crescent-shaped lake, a fountain, and the rest of the garden was filled entirely with Blue Bell flowers.
The wind gently passed through, and wherever you walked in the villa, a faint floral scent could be smelled.
It was just like the scent on Summer Sutton.
Summer Sutton quietly stared at the garden for a while, then carefully lifted the wheelchair up a step before pushing the man inside the house.
