"Adrian, are you okay? Did you press down on the wound?" She was more anxious about his hand than Adrian himself.
Seeing the blood oozing from his arm, Sumr Sutton suddenly beca flustered and at a loss.
"I’ll take you to the hospital right away!" She was genuinely urgent, her arm trembling slightly as she supported him.
"Are you stupid? The wound hasn’t healed, why did you jump over here?" She muttered like a little woman as she helped him up.
Adrian couldn’t bear to see her panicked and helpless look, so he gruffly replied, "I’m a big man, tougher than you!"
He can get hurt, but she absolutely cannot!
His voice wasn’t low, and Sumr’s heart felt sour and swollen.
Staring at him blankly for a long ti, she suddenly hugged him tightly.
Regardless of the many people around, she just held him like that, hugging him tightly for quite a while without letting go.
"Alright, I’m fine. No need to worry." Adrian patted her back to comfort her.
Sumr nodded slightly and helped him walk out of the party venue.
Driving the car, she took Adrian to a nearby hospital, got checked up, treated the worsened wound, and only then did they return ho together.
Adrian’s previous wound had been pressed, making it more severe.
Back in the bedroom, looking at his hand wrapped in thick bandages, Adrian was particularly distressed at that mont.
He had been hoping for the wound to heal quickly, so he could enjoy so at.
When that ti ca, he’d do whatever he wanted to Sumr.
After what happened today, it didn’t heal and even got worse!
Eating at seed more and more out of reach to Adrian...
Adrian was especially frustrated.
Injured, he didn’t care about anything else, except that his hand was hurt, making it inconvenient for what he wanted to do with Sumr.
Yet, Adrian couldn’t bring himself to let Sumr take the initiative.
This was a matter of male dignity, letting the woman take the lead from start to finish felt too humiliating for Adrian.
How could Sumr know what he was thinking?
In her view, for soone as proud as him, his hands were like his second life.
When she entered the room and saw Adrian’s sour face, she naively assud it was just because of the injured hand.
...
Lately, Sumr was particularly attentive to Adrian’s hand.
To help him recover quickly, she learned to make various soups herself, all to promote wound healing.
When Adrian drank the soup she made, his face seed even darker.
What did he need all this for?
He only needed her!
Young Master Walyon had been looking sulky these few days, always gloomy.
Sumr didn’t know why, but one day, Sophie suddenly ca over to her curiously asking, "Sister-in-law, my brother’s hand has been injured for a while now! It seems very inconvenient for him."
"Yeah, what about it?" Sumr asked, puzzled.
Sophie beckoned her to lean closer, "So, how have you and my brother been spending your nights these days?"
He asked rather implicitly, and it took Sumr a while to realize.
"What’s it to you?" She glared at him lightly, scolding.
"Actually, my mom sent to ask, just told to ask you like that." Sophie had no secrets in front of her, revealing quickly, "She’s probably just curious about whether your situation now affects having grandchildren."
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