Chapter 87 Tacitum Understanding

Weston couldn't get Sutton out of his head. Compared to Lydia, whose face was swollen from crying, Sutton looked like a goddess.

He was furious that Sutton had humiliated him in front of professors and peers, exposing his wounds. He wanted to wring her neck just to shut her up. But instead of choking Sutton, his hand got broken by her.

Maybe it was because Sutton had always been so gentle before—h