Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 477: Don’t Blame Me If I Act Like a Beast

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Don’t Blame Me If I Act Like a Beast

Taking small bites, she finished the entire bowl of noodles cleanly.

After taking the medicine and filling her empty stomach, Summer Sutton felt noticeably better.

Adrian Walyon sat next to her, looking at her side profile, which had softened considerably. His face showed no expression, "How did the stomach illness come about?"

"It’s nothing." Summer Sutton did not explain.

Adrian Walyon seemed to dislike her saying nothing at all. His face, which had just relaxed, instantly stiffened again.

"You can go back now!" Summer Sutton turned her head to remind him.

Her words were clearly burning bridges after crossing them.

Adrian Walyon was so angry he almost picked her up and threw her out.

He couldn’t bear to throw Summer Sutton out, but this woman had a way of repeatedly testing his patience.

Fueled with anger, Adrian Walyon thought he might really lose his temper.

It was late at night; where was he supposed to return to?

Seeing he didn’t say anything, Summer Sutton glanced in his direction, cautiously stealing a look at him.

Seeing his icy, rigid expression, her heart skipped a beat.

Adrian Walyon hadn’t driven here tonight, and at this late hour, it was uncertain if he could find a ride.

Summer Sutton hesitated and then gave up.

Forget it; if he wants to stay here, let him stay, just for one night.

"You can use the sofa tonight." It was too late, and Summer Sutton was genuinely tired. Her body still felt unwell, so she didn’t dwell on him and curled up, trying to sleep.

If the two of them continued as they had for the past year, without meeting, it would have been fine.

Now that they had bumped into each other, it was an unintended encounter.

Adrian Walyon was still in her room!

Their marital relationship hadn’t officially ended; letting Adrian Walyon obediently sleep on the sofa?

Adrian Walyon found her words extremely laughable.

With a light chuckle, he ignored her words and scooped Summer Sutton up, tossing her onto the bed, and Adrian followed her onto the bed.

Feeling him behind her, Summer Sutton furrowed her brows.

She lifted her arm to push him away, but Adrian Walyon caught her wrist with a reverse grip.

With a slight pull, Summer Sutton was drawn into his embrace.

Not only did he stay, but the distance between him and Summer Sutton became even closer.

"Adrian Walyon!" Summer Sutton struggled in his arms, trying to kick him away; however, after several attempts, she found she couldn’t manage it.

"Just sleep like this! If you don’t sleep, don’t blame me for acting like a brute!" His cold voice came from above her head.

The tone was exactly the same as before.

Summer Sutton’s restless body suddenly went still in his arms.

"You’re a real brute!" Subdued by him, she genuinely quieted down.

He wouldn’t even spare a sick person!

Adrian Walyon let out a cold laugh, indifferent to her words.

Summer Sutton no longer persisted, quietly closing her eyes.

She was genuinely exhausted, her stomach still a bit painful.

Drowsily, she drifted off to sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she seemed to feel a hand fall on her abdomen.

The warmth from the palm spread to her, gently massaging her chilly abdomen.

Suddenly, Summer Sutton’s eyes flew open.

Her gaze lost in the view outside the window, her eyes suddenly became teary.

Adrian Walyon didn’t seem to realize she had woken up and continued to massage her.

His pressure was just right, nothing like the roughness with which he had brought her back.

There was such tenderness that it felt as though the two of them had returned to a year ago.

He must have been angry about her leaving.

However, the moment anything happened to her, or if it was related to her, he couldn’t help but get involved.