Sumr Sutton didn’t speak, she just quietly leaned into his arms, gently wrapping her arms around him.
Her body was sowhat cold, always prone to chills, and today her hands and feet felt like ice.
Adrian Walyon rembered all that the housekeeper had just said, making him feel uneasy.
He hugged her back, his palms resting on her back, helping her rub her body.
"Sumr, do you want to restore the Sutton Family to how it used to be?" he asked while helping her warm up.
Sumr Sutton certainly wanted that. After her father passed away, she had no other dreams but this.
All her efforts have been for this one goal.
"Your uncle’s family, I’ll help you drive them out!" Adrian Walyon was domineering in his actions.
Back then, Sumr Sutton was driven out by the Sutton Family. Now, he helped her drive out the ones who drove her away.
In this way, even if the Sutton Family rises again, Gina Sutton’s family will not be involved.
Sumr Sutton thought his idea was quite beautiful.
Adrian Walyon definitely had the capability to achieve all this.
However, for Sumr Sutton, she didn’t want to owe him too much.
She lightly shook her head, speaking calmly, "Didn’t you already say, I’ve left that family, why care about those people?"
Tonight, Adrian Walyon was occupied with thoughts about Father Sutton’s accident, so he did not argue with her on this issue.
"When you want to drive them out, tell , your husband will back you up!" He threw her a sentence, signaling her to sleep.
At this point, Sumr Sutton was truly exhausted, especially after having rolled around the sheets with Adrian Walyon for so long.
Cuddled in his arms, she quietly fell asleep.
The bed they were sleeping on was sowhat narrow, requiring them both to lie sideways to fit.
This conveniently allowed Adrian Walyon to hold her as they slept.
But, although he was satisfied with this sleeping posture, tonight he felt a bit restless.
Mainly because the bed was too hard and fragile, it felt like if he lay there for another second, it would crumble under the weight.
This sensation was genuinely uncomfortable.
Adrian Walyon tossed and turned, but still couldn’t fall asleep.
His movents weren’t very pronounced, but they still woke Sumr Sutton.
Sumr Sutton glanced at him for a few seconds, seeing his sowhat innocent expression, she instantly understood.
She is very adept at getting by; not sleeping, she got up, pulled down the sheets and blankets from the bed, and laid them on the carpet. Then she took a new blanket from the cabinet and, due to necessity, slept directly on the floor.
She was truly not fussy, able to sleep anywhere.
Adrian Walyon was a bit surprised and laid down next to her, finding the space much more comfortable and sleeping easier.
It was only when he got comfortable that his thoughts started to wander.
Adrian Walyon had never spent a night on the floor.
Previously, even if he was on the floor, it was while doing those things with Sumr Sutton.
"Sumr, what do you think? Since the room is so rundown, is the quality of the floor just as fragile as the bed?" He glanced around the room, asking.
Sumr Sutton just wanted to sleep at that mont, not caring about whether the floor was fragile or not.
"Don’t know." She answered vaguely, her body nestling closer into his embrace.
"Maybe you’ll know if you try?" Adrian Walyon suggested.
Sumr Sutton’s closed eyes suddenly opened, seemingly unable to believe what she heard.
How do you intend to try?
Like just testing the bed earlier, by seeing if doing those things on the floor, it would also make those discordant noises like the bed?
Or perhaps if the soundproofing is poor, and it gets transmitted downstairs?
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