After Sumr Sutton made the call, she explained the situation to Ariella Sawyer. Without a second thought, Ariella promised enthusiastically, "Sure, just let know when you’re ready to start recording. I can help you find other celebrities for the show. They might not be as high-profile as Lorraine Hughes, but they’ll bring so traffic."
As a small-ti producer, Sumr Sutton couldn’t demand much.
Getting five or six celebrities to appear on her show would be a great outco for her.
Sumr Sutton was extrely happy to hear that and left the rest of the arrangents to Ariella Sawyer.
After hanging up, she drove back to Morning Garden, preparing to make a simple dinner for herself, when Adrian Walyon suddenly called.
"Co out, I’m at your front door!" He said and hung up imdiately.
Sumr Sutton ignored him, cracked an egg, and began to fry it for her noodles.
Just as it hit the pan, Adrian called again, "Co out!"
Sumr Sutton acted like she hadn’t heard, set her phone aside, plated the egg, and started to heat the water.
Before she could put the noodles in, Adrian called for the third ti.
This ti, Sumr Sutton didn’t even bother to answer, continuing with her cooking.
A minute later, she heard the sound of the iron gate being pushed open, followed by the quick, steady sound of Adrian’s footsteps resonating through the villa.
Striding in, drawn by the sll of eggs, Adrian walked straight into the kitchen, picked Sumr up horizontally, and walked back outside.
"We’re eating out!" Without further explanation, he threw that sentence at her, removed her apron, tossing it aside, and putting her in his convertible.
Sumr Sutton’s face tensed slightly, but she didn’t resist further.
Adrian got in the car, fastened her seatbelt, and started the engine with a roar.
The car headed toward the beach.
After about half an hour, they reached a beach, parked the car by the roadside, and boarded a yacht together.
The yacht was personally owned by him, proudly bearing the Walyon Family’s emblem. Three stories high, with uniford bodyguards stationed along the corridors, and no less than a hundred crew mbers aboard.
By the ti Adrian brought Sumr onboard, dinner was already prepared.
The foreign servant standing by the table smiled at the two and pulled out a chair for Sumr Sutton.
"Madam, would you prefer red wine or white?" asked the butler-like British servant with a smile.
"White, thank you," Sumr Sutton replied lightly.
"Very well, madam." The maid nodded and poured her a glass.
The service on Adrian’s yacht was excellent.
For the entire dinner, slicing the food, serving the dishes, pouring the wine—everything was taken care of, leaving Sumr Sutton with nothing to do but eat.
From the mont she sat down, Sumr Sutton kept her head down, focused on her al, showing no intention of engaging with Adrian.
"I saw your gift," Adrian attempted to start a conversation, glancing at her.
Sumr Sutton ignored him, continuing to eat.
"I liked it a lot." Adrian’s gaze held hers, pausing slightly before continuing, "But honestly, more than you giving the four seasons, I’d prefer to have you by my side to experience them together."
Adrian considered this a confession, thinking he was being quite direct.
Yet, to his surprise, Sumr Sutton remained completely unresponsive.
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