Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 519: The reason you left a year ago, I understand

Morning Garden?

Summer Sutton hadn’t been back for quite a while either.

Summer Sutton thought for a moment, then drove to her apartment.

Adrian Walyon sat in the back seat, not sleeping, but staring fixedly at her.

His gaze was hazy, clearly drunk, and as he kept staring, a smile unexpectedly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Summer Sutton was driving, unable to see his expression behind her, her attention focused on the road.

Arriving at her complex, Summer Sutton helped him out of the car and with difficulty, assisted him upstairs.

She closed the door with her hand and temporarily placed Adrian Walyon on the sofa. She went to the kitchen, rummaging as if searching for something.

A moment later, she walked out, grabbed the apartment key, and prepared to leave.

"There’s nothing to sober up with at home, I’m going out to buy something." She threw this sentence at him, intending to leave, but Adrian Walyon grabbed her hand.

This action made Summer Sutton pause slightly.

She stopped, silently watching him, observing his reaction.

Summer Sutton was unsure if Adrian Walyon was truly drunk.

Adrian Walyon gazed at her with bleary eyes, quietly watching her for a while. Suddenly, he pulled her hand forcefully.

Summer Sutton lost her balance and fell against him.

Unsure of his intent, Summer Sutton’s body stiffened for a few seconds, panicked and wanting to get up, but Adrian Walyon held her down, refusing to let go.

"Just lean on me like this, let me hold you for a while! Let’s talk." His voice, due to drinking, was hoarser than usual.

Besides that, there was an indescribable sense of desolation and melancholy.

Summer Sutton lifted her face and stared at him in astonishment for a moment, resisting the urge to struggle.

Lying on him like this, Summer Sutton let him hold her, her face very close to his.

Adrian Walyon was watching her, and at such a close distance, Summer Sutton could clearly see all the emotions in his eyes.

Adrian Walyon scrutinized her for quite a while, as if he couldn’t get enough of looking at her.

As he gazed, his deep, hoarse voice sounded again, "This time in London, indeed, there was a reason for my restlessness, but it was only those few days. After that, it was mostly the backlog of work that had yet to be handled, which is why I stayed so long."

He was explaining to her the reason for his month-long disappearance.

Someone who always looked down on others now learned to care about her feelings.

Afraid she would overthink, afraid she would misunderstand that he had let her go.

Summer Sutton’s body was stiff, silently listening to his words.

Adrian Walyon seemed pretty drunk, gazing at her, then suddenly smiled slightly.

"Over the past year, the reason you left, I actually understand."

His hand touched her cheek, gently stroking it, his gaze on her deep and profound, "Precisely because I understand, this past year, I adhered to the pact between us."

Not seeking her out did not mean he had let her go.

During this year and more of separation, they weren’t exactly in conflict.

There were no misunderstandings to begin with, so where did the conflict arise?

Summer Sutton was clearly shocked by him, gazing at him in silence for a long time.

"The issue you’ve always been mindful of, I understand too." Adrian Walyon studied her, his dark eyes shimmering like stars.

After a pause, he rubbed his aching temples uncomfortably, seemingly unwell from drinking too much, "If it’s because of issues with family, actually, there’s no need for you to mind."