"If Miss Sutton is insistent on the wedding, I don’t mind holding it first and then getting the marriage certificate after four months," Adrian Walyon said, not even glancing at her as his long legs stepped into the elevator.
Sumr Sutton was frightened by him, and subsequently, there was no sound from her at all.
It was this late hour, midnight, and everything around was exceptionally quiet.
Accompanied by the "ding" of the elevator, the two reached the floor where the room was located.
Adrian walked down the corridor, holding Sumr Sutton, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the night.
He opened the door and entered the room first.
Turning his head slightly, his gaze slanted towards Sumr Sutton behind him.
Sumr Sutton stood at the doorway, unwilling to go in.
"Is Miss Sutton planning to sleep in the hallway?" Adrian slowly walked over to her, "Or do you need to personally invite you in?"
There was no emotion in his voice, yet he exuded an intimidating presence.
"No need, I can walk myself!" Initially planning to resist a bit, Sumr Sutton was startled by him and flew into the room like a gust of wind before he could make his next move.
She had experienced the consequences of Adrian personally making a move before, during the asurent of the size; she had learned her lesson.
If he personally intervened, she definitely wouldn’t have a good outco.
Adrian coldly laughed and closed the room door behind him.
Ignoring her, once inside, he headed directly to the bathroom.
Imdiately following, the sound of water splashing added so ambiguity to the atmosphere in the room during the midnight hour.
Sumr Sutton sat on the sofa, feeling sowhat uneasy.
This was her second ti spending the night with Adrian Walyon; the first ti, nothing happened because she fell asleep early.
This ti, she wasn’t sure if she’d be so lucky.
A few minutes later, Adrian ca out of the bathroom, leaving it for her.
Sumr Sutton went in to wash, but when she ca out, she was still wearing the sa clothes as before, not the hotel’s bathrobe.
She even put on Adrian’s coat, wrapping herself tightly.
"I sleep quite restlessly, you know that. I’m afraid of troubling you if we sleep together," she said, slowly walking over to him, thinking of every excuse for them to sleep separately.
"How about I sleep on the sofa tonight?" She grabbed a pillow and was about to head towards the sofa when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Adrian.
Sumr Sutton was stunned, turning her head in surprise to look at him. Adrian suddenly increased his grip on her, tossing her onto the bed, his tall body pressing down, pushing her onto the large bed behind.
"Isn’t Miss Sutton too naive?" He was about to marry her; would he allow her to sleep on the sofa?
He was forceful, like a fierce beast, aggressive and straightforward. Sumr Sutton’s head hit the bed, causing her pain.
His lips searched for hers, and as he kissed her, Adrian deftly began to remove her clothes.
His kiss was like volcanic lava, scorching hot, a stark contrast to the aura he usually exuded, so dominating that Sumr Sutton found it hard to breathe.
Sumr Sutton felt like she was engulfed in flas, her whole body about to ignite.
She had never been kissed like this before; the feeling was too unfamiliar, her head felt dizzy, montarily disoriented.
She ca back to her senses with a sudden chill on her skin.
At so point, her dress had been ripped away by Adrian.
Sumr Sutton’s face flushed, and before he could make any more moves, she hurriedly pulled the sheet over herself, blocking herself, "Wait!"
Adrian raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to speak further.
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