Marshall Quinn's gaze swept in her direction, staring blankly at her like this, momentarily not understanding what had happened.
Summer Sutton didn't explain, gulped down the champagne in her hand, expressionlessly heading elsewhere.
Tonight's wine tasting event was held in the garden of a manor villa, decorated beautifully with walls made of flowers everywhere.
Summer Sutton wasn't in the mood to deal with this kind of scene tonight, and on top of that, she hadn't been resting well recently, really too tired. Upon arriving at the venue, she found a corner to take a little break.
The place she sat happened to be in the small garden between the villa's main entrance and the wine tasting venue, giving her a clear view of the guests entering the event.
Not long after Summer Sutton sat down, a crisp voice suddenly rang out, "Brother Watt, shall I push you?"
The familiar voice immediately caused Summer Sutton's expression to freeze.
