He wasn’t worried about the investnt going down the drain right now; he was worried about whether Sumr Sutton could walk out of this restaurant alive!
Adrian Walyon clearly didn’t expect Sumr Sutton to make such a move. After taking a punch to the face, he stood there slightly tilted for quite a while, his sharp gaze sweeping towards Sumr.
"You struck first!" Sumr was flustered by the way he gazed at her, her back drenched with cold sweat.
"I struck first?" Adrian tugged at his tie, looking at her with a dark gaze, "Where exactly did I lay a hand on Miss Sutton?"
Sumr was dumbfounded by his question.
He hadn’t touched her, but with that stance just now, who knew what he intended to do?
Can a threatening gaze not count as provoking?
"Get up within three seconds!" Adrian ordered, his face cold.
How could Sumr dare?
There were still a lot of people here, and she could ensure Adrian wouldn’t do anything to her.
If she followed him, who knows what tonight would turn out to be? Sumr couldn’t imagine it.
She just sat there stiffly, not moving.
Adrian took several deep breaths, didn’t bother eating, grabbed her hand, and started dragging her out of the restaurant.
"Adrian, let go of !" Sumr followed him involuntarily, constantly trying to free her hand from his grasp.
But the difference in strength between a man and a woman was too vast.
Adrian took her out of the restaurant, hailed a car, and pushed her into it.
He took her to the hotel he had booked, dragged her into the elevator, entered the room, and locked the door behind them with a loud click.
Sumr stared at him blankly, retreating two steps back.
She was a bit afraid he might hit her, watching him warily as she kept stepping back, "Don’t do anything reckless!"
"I love being reckless, so what?" Adrian replied coldly, taking a step in her direction.
He enjoyed not only being reckless but also doing so in various ways!
The air around him was overwhelmingly intense, and Sumr was genuinely scared of him.
Every step Adrian took towards her, she retreated several steps back.
"This is France; if sothing happens, it won’t be as easy to handle as back ho!" Sumr reminded him.
"Oh? Is that so? I actually want to see just how difficult it could be to handle," Adrian showed no regard for her words.
"..." Sumr was rendered speechless for a while, her eyes darting around, looking for sothing to defend herself with.
Spotting a vase nearby, she seed ready to grab it again.
Adrian had already been inadvertently hit by her twice tonight, so he was alert this ti.
Seeing her about to move, he kicked the vase aside before she could act, and with a large hand, he pinned her wrist down.
Pressing her against the edge of the table behind her with a forceful grip on her hand, his tall body leaned down, forcing hers to tilt back until she lay flat on the tabletop.
His body wedged between her legs, he naced, "Sumr Sutton, let remind you, if you dare make another move tonight, I will..."
He spoke harshly, and Sumr’s entire body tensed, freezing as she listened for what he’d say next.
He had been angered to this point by her tonight; Sumr originally thought he’d threaten violence, like having her fed to the fishes or thrown into the sea.
Unexpectedly, after staring at her for quite a while, Adrian said, "I can make you die a hundred tis!"
Not only could he make her die, but he could also bring her back to life again.
Pausing for a mont, he added teasingly, "In any corner of this room!"
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