His gaze stiffly turned, staring at his half-soaked shirt, he seemed lost in thought.
He seemed to be in a daze, without much sense of anger or coldness, just simply not expecting Summer Sutton to act this way.
Such a reaction from him left the onlookers quite surprised.
Someone is causing a scene with him drunk, and he's not angry?
Summer Sutton shot him a cold glance, turned around, and returned to the area closest to the champagne tower.
Lily Winslow was a bit worried about Watt Bennet, hastily trying to help him dry the water on his body, her hand already reaching out, but she felt it was inappropriate in front of so many people.
Awkwardly withdrawing her hand, she pushed him toward the lounge.
As they walked, she expressed her disdain for Summer Sutton, "That woman is really something, doesn't she know what kind of madness she's up to, throwing drinks at whoever she sees when she's drunk? Who gave her this courage? Does she even know whom she poured the drink on?"
