Sumr Sutton’s hand froze there; she had planned to take off his pants but stopped in ti.
If she continued to take them off, nothing would turn into sothing.
After a long mont of being stunned, her hand withdrew awkwardly, and she went into the bathroom, "I’ll go fill the bath for you."
Crouching by the bathtub, she filled it with water and withdrew quickly, as if afraid he might misunderstand.
Adrian Walyon glared at her coolly, sauntered in, and began his bath without closing the door.
Sumr Sutton switched to another room and took a shower herself.
She spent a long ti in the bathroom. In truth, Director Chapman hadn’t done anything to her, but thinking about the possible consequences if not for Adrian made her skin crawl.
Whenever Sumr thought about it, she felt nauseated, subrging herself in the bathtub and scrubbing every inch of her body, refusing to leave any spot untouched.
When she returned to the bedroom, her originally fair skin was red, looking as if she were a burn victim.
Adrian stared at her for a long while. To Sumr’s surprise, he suddenly pulled her into his arms forcefully.
He said nothing, just held her like that, pushing her head against his chest.
Sumr Sutton leaned against him for a while, feeling the warmth of his embrace, thinking about everything that had happened since marriage, and suddenly, she felt an unprecedented peace.
Beside this man, her heart felt particularly secure; no matter how treacherous the outside world was, being with him made her fear nothing.
Adrian held her tightly for a mont, then leaned down to kiss her.
His warm lips gently fell on her hair, then her forehead, brow, eyes, and finally her lips...
Sumr’s body stiffened montarily, and she did sothing that surprised even herself.
Standing on tiptoe, she wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss him back.
Adrian was taken aback for a mont, his gaze sowhat deep as he looked at her.
Sumr didn’t bother to explain, just wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply and softly.
There was a height difference between them, which made her neck uncomfortable from the tilt.
To make it easier for her, Adrian lifted her up.
Sumr’s slender legs wrapped around his waist.
Since they got married, what intimate things hadn’t Sumr and Adrian done?
But tonight, this particular posture made Sumr feel an indescribable intimacy compared to usual.
This intimacy was not just physical but also psychological.
It seed like, all of a sudden, she and he beca closer.
Adrian was kissing her; amidst the kissing, he carried her straight towards the soft, large bed.
Sumr was pushed down onto the bed by him, and his body pressed heavily on top of her.
In the rise and fall, Sumr reached out, welcoming him...
She was extrely cooperative today. Whatever Adrian wanted, she let him have.
Anywhere in the villa was at his disposal, any difficulty left for him to ravage.
The result of such cooperation was that Sumr walked with trembling legs the next day.
Clearly, she was quite grateful to Adrian for what happened yesterday.
However, after experiencing the whole night, she started to resent him.
Is this man surnad beast?
"Did you get hurt?" Adrian stood on the spiral staircase, lazily eyeing her, watching her stumble, kindly asking, "Do you want your husband to take a look?"
Sumr was provoked by him.
He wants to take a look?
How to look?
Just thinking about the image made Sumr blush.
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