This season has already entered winter.
In Northtown, once the winter season cos, you can only see dry branches and fallen leaves everywhere, but this yacht is filled with fresh roses.
Various shades of colors, wrapping around the railings, covering the entire yacht.
The deck carpets are entirely made of rose petals, colorful hues illuminating the dark night, driving away the winter’s chill, seemingly bringing instant spring.
Sumr Sutton stands on the staircase, quietly staring at the sea of flowers on the deck.
Lights encircle the railings on the deck, illuminating the entire deck brightly.
At the end of November, nights in Northtown are already very cold.
Perhaps because water was sprinkled on the rose petals, under Sumr Sutton’s gaze, the originally crystal-clear water droplets gradually turned to frost.
Like Immortal Law in the Magic Realm, in the blink of an eye, the entire deck’s roses seed to be edged with silver, revealing a beauty completely different from usual.
"Beautiful, isn’t it?" Adrian Walyon led her up the deck, casually picking a flower to have a look.
"It’s okay." Sumr Sutton turned her gaze elsewhere, her tone indifferent.
She didn’t directly admit it, but from her tone, Adrian already knew the answer.
He doesn’t mind her sulkiness.
He twitched a corner of his lips, forcefully stuffed the red rose into her hand, took off his coat, and wrapped it around her, rubbing her shoulder to warm her, "How about staying over tonight?"
Bringing her here, having prepared so much, he doesn’t need to ask Sumr to know his intentions of staying on the ship.
"No." Unhappy about his broken promise last night, Sumr tightened the coat around her, pulled out of his embrace, and headed downstairs ahead of him.
After leaving the deck, she didn’t wait for him and went directly off the yacht.
By the ti Adrian followed out, she was already in the car.
Adrian, helpless, could only follow her back.
On the drive back, he kept thinking about how to appease Sumr Sutton.
His wife stayed up all night preparing a birthday gift and a cake for him, waiting for him at ho, and yet he didn’t show up; he could understand Sumr’s silent anger.
As a man, Adrian always excelled in shalessness.
The romantic gestures didn’t cheer up Sumr, so he changed tactics after returning.
Back in the bedroom, Sumr Sutton was running water in the bathroom, and Adrian followed her in, "Need my help?"
Before sleep, Sumr arranged the sheets, just about to get in bed when behind, Adrian’s lazy voice rang out again, "Need to warm the bed for you?"
Sumr ignored him, climbed into bed, ready to sleep, as Adrian slowly walked over to her, his tall body following her onto the bed.
Then he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice, "I think tonight it’s too cold; exercising a bit might help sleep better."
His body pressed against hers from behind, disregarding any objections, he reached out to unbutton her nightgown.
In a few swift moves, he stripped her clothes off, tossing them aside, his arm slid around her waist, drawing her beneath him, Adrian began his assault without any preliminaries.
Sumr Sutton was so infuriated by him that her stomach ached, she punched and scratched him, her fingertips left wrinkles across his body, and she even bit his shoulder, drawing blood.
"Adrian Walyon, you bastard! Shaless! Have you no honor!"
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