Sumr Sutton absolutely wouldn’t admit to sothing like this, it’s too embarrassing.
"Oh, is that so!" Adrian Walyon doesn’t expose her, leisurely tidying up his own collar. His tone is casual, "I was quite worried that Young Madam Walyon’s stamina wouldn’t hold up, but now it seems I was overthinking."
After a pause, he annunciates each word, "Tonight, we’ll battle again!"
Sumr Sutton is shocked as she looks at him, unable to believe what she heard.
Coming again?
What kind of reincarnation is he? His energy is ridiculously abnormal!
Sumr Sutton is startled by him, frowning deeply. She pretends to rub her sore body, "My shoulders ache, my waist hurts too, I shouldn’t be able to straighten up. I have to make up a class tomorrow."
Shooting him a sideways glance, she secretly observes his reaction.
Adrian Walyon casually puts on his jacket and nonchalantly says, "The pain is because you exercise too little. I’m helping you work out! Exercise more, and you’ll be fine once the circulation improves."
Sumr Sutton is at a loss for words.
To talk about bedroom activities in such an innocent and tasteful way—is there only one Young Master Walyon in history who can do that?
"I really have a class tomorrow!" Not daring to continue the topic with him, Sumr Sutton grabs a quilt to wrap herself in, slips off the bed, and scurries into the bathroom.
Locking herself inside, she fills the bathtub and takes a hot soak.
Her skin has many marks, white and fair, not a single spot spared, even her chest has marks.
All are left by Adrian Walyon, most are kiss marks. Moreover, so are bruises caused by their intense movents and collisions.
Sumr Sutton quietly stares at the purple marks around her inner thighs, her face feels like it’s burning.
She doesn’t want to recall scenes from last night, yet every mark on her body forces her to rember.
Adrian Walyon’s every deep and shallow thrust, every powerful collision, the scorching temperature of his palm gliding over her...
The more she thinks, the closer she cos to steam herself with embarrassnt.
She stays in the bathroom for quite a while and when she cos out, Adrian Walyon is still in the room.
Seeing her, he asks expressionlessly, "What’s the class tomorrow?"
"A makeup practical class." Sumr Sutton says.
"Take leave." Adrian Walyon throws at her two words.
"Why?" Sumr Sutton protests.
Adrian Walyon glances at her and coldly replies, "Because we’ve just gotten married, isn’t that reason enough?"
He speaks confidently, leaving Sumr Sutton speechless.
Is he intending to make her take leave just to stay with him?
Thinking of the possible consequences of being alone with him at ho for several days, Sumr Sutton shudders.
"I won’t!" Without thinking, she refuses.
"Cancel!" Adrian Walyon’s attitude is firm.
"No, it’s a professional class." Sumr Sutton insists.
Adrian Walyon sweeps his gaze over her face, smiling coldly, "If you don’t take leave, I’ll make sure you can’t leave this room!"
He speaks harshly, and Sumr Sutton is intimidated.
Staring at him blankly for quite a while, she mutters, "Adrian Walyon, you’re shaless!"
Adrian Walyon seems to dismiss her words with a sneer.
Sumr Sutton, helpless, picks up her phone to call Zoe Baxter.
"Baxter, I won’t be able to co to school tomorrow. Help make up an excuse for to take leave."
After instructing Zoe Baxter, she hangs up the call.
Adrian Walyon appears to plan only to spend ti alone with her for several days, having sent all the servants away.
After washing up, Sumr Sutton tidies up the ss from last night on her own.
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