Sumr Sutton had no idea what Adrian Walyon was doing tonight.
Afraid that he might be out socializing and co to her place drunk, Sumr Sutton deliberately waited for him a while.
She thought that when Adrian ca, she could help him make so sobering soup or sothing like that.
So she sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for more than an hour, but it was already past midnight and Adrian hadn’t shown up.
Sumr Sutton suspiciously frowned, thinking she might be overthinking, and that he wouldn’t co tonight, so she lay on the bed preparing to sleep.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, the sound of a key turning in the lock suddenly rang from outside.
The door was pushed open, followed by familiar footsteps.
He really ca!
There wasn’t the slightest sll of alcohol on Adrian, clearly, he wasn’t out socializing tonight.
After entering the house, he seed quite at ease.
He tossed his car keys and phone onto the sofa and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
Afraid to disturb her, he deliberately kept the noise down a bit.
After coming out of the shower, maybe because he hadn’t eaten dinner, he was now hungry and started rummaging through the kitchen.
He didn’t make much noise, but in the quiet of the night, the sound was still noticeable.
Sumr Sutton’s fridge was usually bare, at most a few bottles of milk, and those weren’t always within their expiration date.
Adrian practically turned the kitchen upside down and found nothing, he seed a bit frustrated.
He had been clattering around in there for quite a while, and Sumr Sutton couldn’t take it anymore and got out of bed.
The kitchen was dimly lit, Adrian only turned on a small lamp, afraid of disturbing her.
Sumr Sutton walked in and seeing her awake, Adrian was montarily stunned.
"There’s nothing else at ho, just a pack of noodles." Sumr Sutton walked in, opened a cupboard, found a pack of noodles, and started cooking for him at the counter.
Thinking that plain boiled noodles would be too bland, she boiled them a little and then decided to fry them.
She was quite decisive, turning sothing plain and tasteless into sothing fragrant by adding various condints and spices.
Adrian stood quietly by her side, watching her actions, seemingly surprised at how nice she was being tonight.
Sumr Sutton simply fried the noodles, served them, and brought them to the dining table.
"Are you going to eat? If not, I’ll eat it." She looked at him, still in the kitchen, and asked.
"Eat, of course, I’ll eat!" Adrian ca out and imdiately sat down at the dining table.
It’s been over a year since he had a al made by his wife; could he have it easy?
He must have been very busy tonight, so hungry that he hadn’t eaten, and after tasting Sumr Sutton’s fried noodles, he started gobbling them down.
Sumr Sutton stood by, quietly watching him eat.
"Can’t you call for takeout?" she asked after watching him for a while.
"If I called takeout, could I co back to eat your cooking?" Adrian answered matter-of-factly.
Sumr Sutton was speechless, "..."
Adrian quickly finished the noodles she had fried, feeling extrely content after his hunger was satisfied.
Once satisfied, he started making more demands.
"Buy more things to keep in the fridge tomorrow, more seafood and at. For two people living here, the house should have more supplies."
He said it as if it was only natural, as if this was his ho.
Sumr Sutton poured cold water on his idea, "Did I agree to let Mr. Walyon stay over?"
Adrian didn’t take her words seriously.
Isn’t not objecting the sa as agreeing?
When it cos to shalessness, Young Master Walyon claims second place, and no one dares to claim first.
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