Sumr Sutton felt a sense of responsibility. Adrian Walyon had given her such a great opportunity, and if, because of her, it affected the company’s performance, she would feel guilty.
Her suggestion to Adrian was very sound.
He had given her an opportunity, which was the greatest encouragent, and whether her results would be used in the end wasn’t actually that important.
"We’ll talk about it then," Adrian replied lightly.
"Okay." Sumr continued to help him wipe his body.
Helping him wipe his body naturally drew her gaze to him.
Even though Sumr didn’t want to look at him, her eyes couldn’t help but wander, and no matter where they landed, it felt wrong.
Unable to avoid it, she simply looked at him openly.
Adrian’s muscles were impeccably defined, proportionate, and solid, neither overly pronounced nor weak.
As Sumr stared at him, flashes of their bodies entwined so intimately flitted through her mind.
Thinking about it got her heart racing.
Blushing and racing heartbeat every ti she faced him was not a good sign.
Sumr suddenly felt a little flustered.
After finishing wiping his upper body, she put down the towel and stood up, wanting to leave, "I just rembered there’s sothing at work I haven’t dealt with yet. You can do the rest yourself!"
Finding an excuse, she hurriedly tried to leave, but behind her, Adrian’s calm voice unexpectedly sounded, "Is Mrs. Walyon feeling shy?"
Sumr felt a bit embarrassed, clearly caught, but she retorted, "Who says so? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, what’s the big deal?"
She spoke nonchalantly, as if he held no attraction for her at all.
"Then co back and continue!" Adrian tossed a sentence at her lightly and closed his eyes again.
Sumr, having no choice, returned to his side.
Picking up the towel again, she continued helping him wipe his body.
In her mind, she tried to hypnotize herself, imagining she was facing not a mature man’s body, but rely a model.
"It’s not all that, just look how thin!" she said deliberately as she wiped.
She pinched his solid shoulder, expressing exaggerated disdain.
Sumr’s words were truly speaking to herself, hypnotizing herself that Adrian’s body wasn’t so special and not worth having her heart skip a beat the mont she saw it.
"You should be a bit sturdier, like this, to be more robust." Staring at his firm waist, she added.
In fact, Adrian’s body was perfectly proportioned, neither overly slim nor bulky.
What you’d call a perfectly shaped physique.
Sumr’s current picky attitude was purely self-deception.
"And this face too, n should be a bit plumper."
Criticizing other parts was one thing, but was she really going to critique Adrian’s face?
Adrian’s face was what drew attention wherever he went, where people couldn’t take their gaze away, wasn’t that because of his face?
n’s faces being plumper—what a peculiar sense of aesthetics?
Adrian quietly listened to Sumr’s chatter for a while and suddenly asked, "What is Mrs. Walyon so flustered about?"
Sumr was stunned, looking at him, unable to believe she was so transparent in front of him.
He could even catch such subtle nuances in her mind...
"Afraid to accept her husband being flawless, scared of falling in, so even blinds her own eyes?" His handso face slowly raised, his gaze eting hers, his dark eyes seeming to penetrate everything.
Sumr stared at him foolishly, unable to speak a word for a long ti.
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