She was annoyed by something, but even she didn’t know what.
That night, the annoyance towards Adrian Walyon could be explained by her dislike of him bringing another woman’s scent to her.
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Summer Sutton suddenly felt her behavior was just like sulking.
Just like Adrian Walyon said, like a little woman jealous.
Summer Sutton slowly reacted to this word in her mind, a little startled by her own thoughts.
She stayed in the bathroom for nearly an hour.
When she came out, it seemed like she was deliberately avoiding something, not even daring to look Adrian Walyon in the eye.
Adrian Walyon couldn’t figure out what was up with her today.
She had been distant all day, and now she wouldn’t even look at him?
Adrian Walyon stared at her for a while, suddenly a bit annoyed.
When he was annoyed, he always found a way to vent.
He stared at Summer Sutton who was lying beside him; she was almost asleep, but he suddenly pulled her over and pinned her down.
His tall body pressed onto her, swiftly stripping her clothing, kissing her while his palm ignited on her body.
Summer Sutton was somewhat unable to bear him.
She was almost asleep, now being forcibly disturbed awake by him.
"Adrian Walyon, I’m tired." She pushed him, unwilling to cooperate.
"Exercise, and you’ll feel refreshed." Adrian Walyon didn’t pay attention to her words.
"It’s getting late now." Summer Sutton reminded him.
"Haven’t we stayed up all night plenty of times?" Adrian Walyon still ignored what she said.
His words were shameless.
The couple indeed had many all-nighters because of such matters after marriage, but can this become his reason for waking her up when asleep?
"I still have class tomorrow!" Summer Sutton reminded him again.
"For the missed class, I’ll hire a professional tutor to help you catch up." Adrian Walyon seemed not to stop until his goal was achieved tonight.
Summer Sutton’s brain cells were exhausted, unsure how to stop him.
Feeling helpless, Summer Sutton could only let him have his way.
Adrian Walyon was annoyed by her cool indifference, trying all sorts of ways to stimulate her senses, letting her experience all the pleasures between a husband and wife until she cried, listening to her moaning beneath him, until Summer Sutton couldn’t bear it, almost passing out from exhaustion, he finally let her go.
He bathed her, returned and wrapped her in the sheets, then lay down with her, pulling her into his embrace.
"Still mad?" He gently smoothed her messy long hair, and asked softly.
"When was I mad?" Summer Sutton refused to admit.
Women were always contradictory, Adrian Walyon considered this just her verbal defiance.
"You can be mad!" Not arguing with her, Adrian Walyon said seriously, "This is your right when you encounter such things!"
If she had gone to the hotel room to find him and yet had no emotional fluctuation, Adrian Walyon thought he would feel even more annoyed.
Summer Sutton looked at him in surprise, slowly processing his words in her head.
Was he asserting her position?
"Weren’t you sleepy earlier? Sleep then! Let’s put this matter behind us." Adrian Walyon softly rubbed her head, pressing it against his chest, and didn’t speak anymore.
Summer Sutton quietly snuggled in his arms, probably because she felt cold before sleeping, she nudged closer to him, her arms wrapping around him.
The movement made Adrian Walyon pause slightly.
He lowered his gaze, quietly staring at her in his embrace, looking at her soft, nestled appearance. The frustration of the night suddenly dissipated.