Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 670 I Prefer Taking Action
"Adrian Walyon, I really can’t take it anymore." Summer Sutton grabbed him, too lazy to care where they were, and collapsed on the ground, refusing to move.
She felt particularly resentful towards him, smoothing her messy hair, she glanced at him sideways, Summer looked at him again and again, "Speaking of which, I haven’t offended you these last two days, right? If I accidentally did, you can just tell me, I’ll apologize to you!"
Adrian laughed coldly at her words.
Slowly walking towards her, his voice dragged a bit, "You’ve offended me in many places!"
Summer’s words were honestly just a casual remark, but she didn’t expect to be greeted with such a response from him.
Summer looked at him in disbelief, her mind was even more baffled.
"What did I do?" She couldn’t really recall doing anything to him, yet just being looked at by him made her inexplicably nervous.
Adrian casually walked over to her, squatted down in front of her, leaned closer, his handsome face got very close, "Want to know what you’ve done?"
Summer could even see the slight fluctuations in his eyes.
Summer blinked her eyes, instinctively moved aside, putting a little distance between them, first nodding her head, then shaking it.
She was actually curious, but her sixth sense told her it wouldn’t be anything good.
Adrian smirked contemptuously, seeming to find her situation a bit ironic.
"I’ll slowly tell you when we get back!" He emphasized the word "slowly" heavily.
With a big hand on her shoulder, he grabbed her, Adrian tossed her into a passing taxi, reported the address of the house, and when they returned, he carried her straight into the Morning Garden.
Summer’s mind was buzzing, repeatedly filled with his words.
Why did his tone sound so strange?
Summer realized something was off, struggling to roll out of his arms, "No need, a morning run is great, let’s go for a morning run!"
Feigning a running motion, she turned and tried to rush out of Morning Garden, but Adrian blocked her way at the door faster than she could.
Summer buried her head and moved aside, trying to bypass him and leave, but was blocked by Adrian again.
Sprinting in the opposite direction yielded the same result.
After trying several times, Summer simply dashed into the room, "Let’s go back to sleep! It’s cold!"
She ran fast, flying up the stairs, and intended to lock the bedroom door.
Adrian extended a long arm into the room, forcibly pushed the door open, and squeezed his tall body inside.
Summer felt a bit afraid of him, backing away several steps, her gaze at him was somewhat wary, "Let’s talk nicely, don’t use your hands."
She vaguely realized what he wanted to do, and what she said was not "get rough" but "use your hands."
"Prefer me to use my mouth?" Adrian walked over to her casually, removing his jacket as he approached.
Summer, "..."
His "use my mouth," was far from its literal meaning.
Summer’s thoughts made her face flush red.
To prevent further misunderstanding, she seriously corrected her words, "If there’s anything, we can talk it through!"
Is Adrian someone who talks things through?
In over twenty years, has he ever talked things through with anyone?
"I prefer to use my hands!" He tossed the words at her nonchalantly, suddenly scooped her up, and plopped her onto the bed.
