Adrian Walyon sat by the hospital bed accompanying her, thinking about the scene when he found her and the doctor’s recent words, his gaze became sharp again.
The doctor meant that Summer Sutton almost didn’t make it, relying solely on her instinct to survive.
Summer Sutton slept very deeply, for two days and nights.
On the third day, as dawn spilled in from the window, she opened her eyes and saw Adrian Walyon by the bedside, freezing for a moment in surprise.
Adrian seemed somewhat fatigued, his face was full of weariness, with heavy bags under his eyes.
Summer Sutton didn’t know how long she had slept, nor did she know how long he had stayed with her, but seeing his expression, it seemed to have been a long, long time...
This side of him made her pause again.
"Doesn’t the family have servants? Let them come instead," she said.
Adrian ignored her words and instead asked coldly, "How did this happen?"
Summer thought for a moment, then said, "A truck lost control."
"License plate number?" Adrian asked again.
Summer shook her head, "It happened too suddenly, I didn’t see it."
Adrian rubbed his temples with his fingertips continuously, "Male or female driver?"
"Male," Summer replied.
Adrian pondered her words slowly, asking no more questions.
"Feeling any better now?" his gaze shifted to her bandaged head as he asked.
"It hurts a lot," Summer reported truthfully.
Adrian’s gaze was deep, staring at her for a long while, seemingly a bit helpless.
This was probably one of the few things he couldn’t do.
The pain on her body, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t help her bear it.
Adrian remained silent for a long while, with a stern face he reminded, "Don’t let me see you hurt again in the future!"
"..." Summer was speechless.
Such a thing wasn’t something she could control.
Her gaze fell on him, up and down, as she tentatively asked, "Have you not rested for a long time?"
The answer she received was another fierce look from Adrian. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire·net
Summer pursed her lips, obediently quieting down without asking more.
Uncovering her own quilt, she made a small space for him, "Do you want to sleep for a bit?"
This was a hospital, and for a moment she didn’t consider much.
Adrian, moreover, wouldn’t mind.
If she wasn’t bothered, what was there for him to be concerned about?
"I’ll have the family servant bring food over later." He lay down with his tall body, instructing, then pulled her into his arms, holding her, inhaling her pleasant Blue Bell scent, and after two days and three nights since the incident, closed his eyes for the first time.
Adrian slept for several hours, not waking up.
Summer lay beside him, quietly staring at him.
His brow furrowed tightly, she didn’t know what he was dreaming of, even when asleep he seemed somewhat uneasy.
Summer kept staring at him, her hand couldn’t help but reach up to his face, her fingertips gently tracing his brows and eyes.
Knowing Adrian for nearly half a year, it seemed she hadn’t seen him this exhausted.
This was the first and possibly the only time, seemingly because of her?
The two just lay quietly in bed, one deeply asleep, the other’s head was heavily swollen after sleeping too long, kept watching without stop.
Adrian woke up at eight in the evening.
He had slept nearly twelve hours.
Seeing her still staring at him in scrutiny, he paused in surprise, his eyes suddenly deepened.
His long arm wrapped around her neck, supporting the back of her head, he pressed her to lean toward him, his slightly cool lips suddenly kissed her...