Sumr Sutton very seriously examined him, her eyes scanning up and down over his body. After studying him from head to toe, she shook her head in confusion.
There really isn’t.
Adrian Walyon looked like he’d just eaten crow.
"Is your eyesight not so good?" he retorted coolly.
"Yeah, it got worse after marrying you," Sumr Sutton replied and continued scrolling through her phone.
Adrian found her words sowhat odd.
Was she saying it was all because her eyesight was bad when she married him?
Adrian tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling a bit intolerant.
He walked over to her in large strides, fingers gripping her sharp chin, forcing her to raise her face.
"How did marrying make your eyesight bad?" He was really fixated on this question.
Was she blind to how handso the man before her was?
Sumr Sutton buried her head, busy replying to netizens, and muttered complainfully, "Doing those things every night; how can eyesight be good?"
Can doing that kind of thing late affect eyesight?
Adrian was hearing such logic for the first ti.
He was a bit choked by Sumr, but her words unexpectedly extinguished the tightness in his chest.
Is her so-called bad eyesight because of this?
Sumr Sutton ant that doing things as a couple with the lights off led to her often seeing his face in the dark.
Poor lighting could affect eyesight, right?
She’s pregnant now; a pregnant woman’s thoughts aren’t sothing a normal person could understand. Adrian chalked up her words to pregnancy brain.
He still didn’t let go of her, leaning in very close.
"Take another look, see if I’m different anywhere."
Sumr Sutton blinked her eyes, staring at him repeatedly, not understanding what he ant. She shook her head again, "Nothing."
Adrian felt conflicted, thinking about getting her a pair of glasses.
"The stubble’s gone, didn’t you notice?"
Sumr Sutton was dumbfounded for a mont and then realized what he ant, unable to hold back her laughter.
Is this what he’d been wanting her to notice all along?
Was he telling her that he was even more handso now without the morning’s untidy stubble?
Sumr Sutton had just been ranting online, not expecting Adrian to take it seriously and start caring about his image in front of her.
They’d been married for over two years; what side of him hadn’t Sumr seen?
She knew better than anyone how handso he was.
He really cared about this sort of thing?
"Haha..." Sumr Sutton burst out laughing, genuinely amused by today’s Adrian, laughing as she curled into the sofa, utterly ungraceful.
Adrian’s face darkened; she seed oblivious.
"Haha, you’re so funny!" Sumr Sutton was still laughing, her stomach starting to hurt.
Adrian couldn’t stand her, pulling her in and pressing down on her.
"Funny?" he asked as his body leaned into hers, their position sowhat precarious.
Sumr foolishly watched their bodies pressed too closely, her smile slowly freezing on her face.
She actually wanted to laugh more, but with him pressing like this, she dared not.
Her mouth twitched, holding back with difficulty.
"Am I handso?" Adrian asked with utmost seriousness, still pressing her.
Other than handso, did Sumr Sutton have the space for another answer right now?
"Handso, in my eyes, you’re the most handso in the whole world!" she praised him seriously.
"How handso?" Adrian wasn’t planning to let it go.
Sumr was montarily choked by him but continued to flatter, "With stubble, you’re sexy, mature; when it’s shaved, clean, crisp, refined, and elegant."
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