"I didn’t check my phone after coming back," Sumr Sutton said.
Adrian Walyon’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in them.
"Sumr Sutton!" he growled her na coldly.
Clearly, he didn’t believe a word she said.
Sumr was afraid of him, and she hung her head, quickly admitting her mistake, "Alright, I know I was wrong. I really shouldn’t have ignored your calls."
Seeing her sincere attitude, Adrian’s anger subsided a little.
But then, Sumr said sothing unexpected, "But, isn’t this all your fault too? Who told you to always think about those filthy things all day long?"
She really wasn’t afraid to die, lifting her head high. She was timid one second, and the next, she was full of fighting spirit like a warrior.
All of Adrian’s simring anger was reignited by her words.
"Sumr Sutton!" he gritted his teeth, shouting her na once more.
Having said so much, Sumr decided to just speak her mind, "n and won are different. A man can get involved with a woman he doesn’t even know, but a woman can’t! You should at least give ti to get used to your presence!"
Adrian’s face darkened, his fingers constantly massaging the nerves on his forehead.
Sumr glanced at him sideways, cautiously watching his reaction.
Seeing he didn’t argue back, Sumr thought he listened to her.
Unexpectedly, Adrian suddenly grabbed her hand and started leading her upstairs to the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" Sumr couldn’t help but feel nervous.
"Your adaptability is poor; let help you improve!" Adrian continued walking straight ahead.
Sumr was at a loss for words, not knowing how to rebut him.
Adrian had already brought her to the master bedroom and closed the door behind them, pulling her into the bathroom.
With the bathtub filled, he took off his clothes and stepped in.
Sumr’s gaze shifted, avoiding the sudden display of beauty before her.
But Adrian held her face firmly, not letting her escape.
He pulled her hand over to touch his body.
Sumr was embarrassed, feeling as if she had been electrocuted, trying reflexively to pull back, but Adrian held her tightly.
His large hand enveloped hers, guiding it slowly over his skin. He chuckled coldly, the curve of his lips bearing a trace of wickedness, "Feel my presence! Start by getting to know inside and out!"
Sumr’s face turned crimson.
He deliberately twisted her words, the rogue!
Sumr wanted to leave, but under the current circumstances, it seed impossible.
Actually, today she defied Adrian, and the fact that he didn’t imdiately punish her upon his return was already quite sothing.
Squatting outside the bathtub, Sumr’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassnt, yet she didn’t pull her hand away, "Got it."
Adrian’s hand continued to guide hers, moving from his shoulder to his chest.
Sumr kept her head hung low, trying her best not to look at him.
Adrian was exceedingly domineering, pinching her chin to make her lift her face, forcing her to look, "Look closely and rember what your husband looks like, inside and out!"
Inside and out?
A thousand thoughts ran through Sumr’s mind...
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