"Sorry." She felt somewhat embarrassed, wanting to help him tidy his shirt, yet felt her dirty hands were useless.
"It's fine." Manuel Ink tossed two words at her indifferently, the expression on his face did not seem displeased by her actions.
"Come inside." Turning his head, he walked towards the mansion.
Summer Sutton kept her head down, immediately following him.
In Summer Sutton's eyes, Manuel Ink was too sacred, like a gleaming white moonlight that no one could desecrate.
While entering with him, Summer Sutton deliberately kept a distance, fearing she might offend him.
At that moment, the rain was still pouring heavily; Manuel Ink had only brought an umbrella and held it in his hand.
He seemed not to have expected Summer Sutton to keep such a large distance from him. After walking forward a bit, he turned sideways to glance at her standing far away, drenched like a drowned rat, his expression imperceptibly darkened.
