Is his married life still not satisfactory enough?
Whenever he wants it, is there any corner or difficulty at home he hasn’t tried?
Summer Sutton considers herself quite conservative, but ever since she married Adrian Walyon, she’s discovered a whole new adult world.
Things she wouldn’t have dared to imagine, he’s dragged her into trying them.
Summer was surprised that such a serious topic got turned around by him, feeling awkward for a while, she nudged him, "I’m serious!"
She wanted to retreat, but her waist was held firm by Adrian.
"I’m serious too!" Adrian emphasized coldly.
Emilia Sutton felt a deep panic under his gaze.
His face was too close, his breath was like a fire, making Summer’s ears turn red.
Afraid that he would press her down the next second, Summer suddenly raised her head and bumped it hard against his chin.
She bumped hard, causing Adrian to inhale sharply.
Summer dared not look at his expression, hurriedly squeezed out of his embrace and dashed towards the kitchen.
"Summer Sutton!" Adrian’s low growl came from the living room, clearly annoyed with her.
"I didn’t do it on purpose, you were too close!" Summer defended herself.
The air in the living room suddenly turned cold.
Summer, a bit afraid of him, peered out of the kitchen, trying to placate, "Hungry? I’ll make you a dessert!" This content belongs to novel_fіre.net
Afraid Adrian might settle scores with her, she quickly relented.
Adrian entered the kitchen with a frosty face, his gaze sharp like a cold wind cutting across her face.
Summer felt a shiver down her spine from his gaze.
"I’m a bit hungry." Turning her back not to face him, she picked up a papaya and started peeling it.
Adrian still didn’t leave, his tall frame nearby, and his silence made Summer feel even more pressured.
Keeping her head down, Summer cut the papaya into pieces, trying hard to ignore his presence.
The papaya was cut into chunks, and poured into a small pot with milk, she turned on the heat.
She made a dessert of papaya stewed with milk, purely because it was available on the kitchen counter.
After ten minutes, it was ready, and she served a spoonful, offering it to Adrian’s lips, "Want to try?"
Adrian’s gaze was aloof and disdainful.
His eyes scanned her up and down, finally stopping at her chest, with a cold arrogance, "This kind of thing is more suitable for you!"
Summer paused, realizing what he meant, her cheeks flushed red.
Feeling extremely awkward, she placed the bowl aside and continued rummaging in the kitchen, "Then I’ll make you something else."
She wanted to open the fridge but was stopped by him grabbing her wrist.
Summer’s heart was racing, her eyes stiffly looked at him, her expression somewhat panicked.
Her nerves were highly strung, cautiously watching him, her eyes flickering.
"Isn’t it a bit early now?" She glanced at the clock in the dining room, her face looking very awkward.
"Mrs. Walyon’s schedule isn’t packed? I’m helping you make full use of it!" Adrian, with a cold face, carried her out of the kitchen without looking aside.
"I was just speaking casually! Actually, it’s not so packed, I have classes the day after tomorrow." Summer tried to continue defending.
Adrian ignored her, continuing to carry her as he walked on.
"Adrian!" Summer was genuinely afraid of him.
Ever since they got married, he hasn’t let her off for even a day.
Glancing left and right, she tried to persuade him, "Doing this every day, aren’t you worried you’ll be overwhelmed?"