Adrian Walyon probably sent that because he saw Sumr Sutton didn’t eat much tonight.
The takeaway wonton, a snack Sumr Sutton really likes.
Adrian Walyon carried it into the house, placed it on the small table in front of the sofa, and went back to making phone calls.
He ca to Sumr Sutton’s place as if his sole purpose was to take calls.
Business-related calls, one after another without stopping.
Sumr Sutton glanced in his direction, reminding him, "You can go back to take those calls."
It’s not that she found him noisy; she simply wanted him to leave.
Adrian Walyon acted as if he didn’t hear her and continued taking his phone calls.
A long call lasted about twenty minutes; he seed to rember her only then, noticing she hadn’t touched the late-night snack, and walked over to her in a few steps.
He picked up the wonton, his tone still overbearing as ever, "Either you eat by yourself, or I’ll feed you!"
Sumr Sutton’s stomach felt uncomfortable; she couldn’t eat anything at this mont, didn’t even look at it, and pushed his hand away, "Just leave alone!"
Adrian Walyon frowned slightly.
Sumr Sutton didn’t dare look at his face; with him not leaving, she could only try to ignore his presence.
She turned her back to him, not acknowledging him, and attempted to sleep.
She thought she might just sleep through the night. She had already been drinking, and her intestines felt uncomfortable. She wasn’t worried Adrian Walyon would behave like a beast towards her in such a situation.
Perhaps after she fell asleep, he would leave by himself?
Sumr Sutton hoped so, but with Adrian Walyon standing behind her, seemingly staring at her the whole ti, she lay on her side and tried for a while to drift off but found it impossible.
Stuck in the sa room with Adrian Walyon for who knows how long, possibly from being hungry for too long, the alcohol-induced stomach pain severely intensified.
She has a stomach condition caused by working too hard over the past year, often forgetting als.
Once it flared up, her stomach seed to spasm, causing her face to turn pale, with cold sweat breaking out all over.
Adrian Walyon hadn’t left, whether out of concern or simply not wanting to leave just yet.
It was already midnight, and he hadn’t gone to sleep, just sitting at one side of the sofa, with his hand resting on his forehead, dozing off.
When Sumr Sutton’s stomach condition flared up, the sound of her gasping reached him, and since he wasn’t deeply asleep, he awoke almost imdiately.
Turning his head, he looked at her.
The dim light in the room made Sumr Sutton’s body curl up like a small animal, her slender pale arms wrapped around herself, her pallor striking even in the dusky light.
Adrian Walyon knew a lot about her life this past year, but he didn’t know about her stomach condition.
Just staring at her quietly, watching for a long ti, his originally cold facial contours suddenly softened.
Sumr Sutton kept hugging her own body and gasped.
She seed unwilling to let Adrian Walyon know about her situation, holding herself back.
Yet, she didn’t fully control it.
Adrian Walyon scooped her up with one move, settling her on top of himself, feeling her sweaty body, his frown deepening.
"What’s uncomfortable?" His palm road over her body here and there, his large hand sliding down, covering her stomach, and he paused slightly, "Stomachache?"
Sumr Sutton didn’t want to show her vulnerable side in front of him, so she kept her eyes closed and didn’t respond.
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