The photo from last night, the lighting was dim indeed, but it wasn’t completely dark. The person in the photo does resemble Adrian Walyon.
But isn’t it just a resemblance?
Sumr Sutton is now deliberately confusing the truth.
Anyway, she insisted that Adrian Walyon was with her last night. She even claid the person in the photo wasn’t Adrian Walyon. Her own husband, could she possibly mistake him?
Compared to Sumr Sutton, the chance of reporters making a mistake is clearly much greater.
A group of reporters stared at her for quite a while, watching her face remaining calm without any fluctuation. The crowd believed what Sumr Sutton said.
After all, if Adrian Walyon had indeed appeared at such a place last night, could Sumr Sutton, as a wife, really manage to appear so calm, as if nothing happened?
Moreover, Adrian Walyon’s devotion to his wife is well-known in Northtown.
How could such a man be involved in gossip?
"My husband likes my type. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving." Sumr Sutton bypassed the crowd, pulling Adrian Walyon to the car.
Her words carried a lot of conviction.
Sumr Sutton is of a fresh type, beautiful, with a unique aura, an otherworldly charm that attracts attention, unlike any ordinary charms.
With such a wife at ho, would any man still go to places like clubs?
The reporters didn’t follow, and after watching the two get into the car, they dispersed with their caras.
A scandal that had been fernting from last night till this morning was dispelled by Sumr Sutton in just a few words.
Adrian Walyon drove to a quieter place, stopped, turned his head, and quietly watched Sumr Sutton.
He hadn’t expected her to say those things just now.
Seeing her last night, as angry as if she wanted to pull out a knife, Adrian Walyon thought she’d be sulking for days.
This woman, she distinguishes things very clearly.
No matter how much anger or fury she holds in her heart, that’s between them.
Matters between husband and wife can be resolved privately.
But outwardly, Sumr Sutton stands by Adrian Walyon’s side.
When Adrian Walyon’s image is being questioned, she would defend it without a second thought.
Moreover, she knows what kind of person he is much better than outsiders.
Adrian Walyon stared at Sumr Sutton for quite a while, his large hand grasping hers, gently rubbing over her hand’s back. His gaze was exceptionally gentle, "Baby, last night was my fault."
Sumr Sutton didn’t respond, turned her face away, and closed her eyes lightly.
Adrian Walyon didn’t say much, quietly keeping her company in the car for a while.
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Feeling guilty towards Sumr Sutton, Adrian Walyon spent the entire afternoon at the set after finishing work.
He stayed with Sumr Sutton at the scene, waiting till she finished work, which was past midnight.
When she ca out, Adrian Walyon casually took off his coat and wrapped it around her, grabbed her hand to warm it, "Hungry? What do you want to eat?"
Sumr Sutton walked ahead with her head down, ignoring him, and got into the car first.
Adrian Walyon followed her into the car, nudged her, "I’m talking to you."
Sumr Sutton’s eyes gazed at the night scene outside the window, still not responding.
Adrian Walyon was unwilling to be ignored like this, pinched her delicate chin with his fingers, forcibly turning her face, and regardless of the car being on the road, he lifted her onto his lap, nudged her mischievously, "Answer."
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