Gina Sutton was startled by him, her hand trembled, and her face turned a bit pale.
Without a change in expression, she watched him, observing his reaction.
She hoped Ryan Walyon was too drunk to know who she was, or mistook her for Summer Sutton.
However, Ryan Walyon coldly glanced at her and spat out a single word, "Get out!"
His voice was icy, like a dagger piercing the skin, just hearing it made her shiver.
Gina Sutton was so frightened that her body shook even more.
"Young Master Evans..." She tried to reason, but Ryan Walyon shouted again, "Get out!"
This time, it was even colder than before.
Although he had drunk a lot, he was clearly sober and knew exactly what was happening.
Gina Sutton, feeling helpless, rushed out the door with her head down. Chapters first released on novel fire.net
Since Ryan Walyon was still sober, staying in the room would accomplish nothing.
Her only regret was that Ryan Walyon didn’t drink a few more glasses.
Tonight, she was so close to succeeding!
Ryan Walyon fell back onto the bed with a headache and fumbled for his phone to call his family.
Old Master sent a driver, who soon arrived outside the hotel to take him back to the Walyon Family mansion.
Upon arriving home, he unexpectedly found that Summer Sutton and Adrian Walyon had returned today.
"What happened to Ryan?" Summer Sutton asked with concern as she looked at him.
"It’s nothing. You guys sit; I’m going back to my room to rest," Ryan Walyon shook his head and headed upstairs to his room.
As soon as he was out of sight, Adrian Walyon pulled Summer Sutton toward the master bedroom upstairs.
"It’s getting late; we should rest, too!" His voice was lazy, with a hint of playfulness.
Summer Sutton was speechless.
It’s only nine o’clock; for someone who usually sleeps around midnight, how could nine be considered late?
Adrian Walyon had his own motives for taking her upstairs.
Since Summer Sutton entered her special period, he hadn’t had a taste of meat in several days.
Adrian Walyon was always thinking about when she would be done with it.
Bringing Summer Sutton upstairs, as soon as they entered the room, he pinned her against the wall, his handsome face moving close to her ear, murmuring seductively, "How many more days?"
"Eight days," Summer Sutton said casually.
She just wanted a few more days of good sleep, Adrian Walyon stared at her for a long time, seemingly speechless at her.
If she had said this when they just met, Adrian Walyon might have believed it.
But now, after being married for so many days and even living together for months before marriage, although he didn’t know much about women, he knew some basic facts.
Summer Sutton’s period never lasted more than five or six days, depending on the situation.
Knowing she was bluffing, he couldn’t be bothered to ask, suddenly lifting her skirt as if trying to reach in and check for himself.
Summer Sutton was shocked, jumping back frantically, "Adrian Walyon, what are you doing?"
The door wasn’t even closed; he wasn’t afraid of someone passing by and catching them.
"I’m just helping you confirm," Adrian Walyon slammed the door shut and pulled her over.
He seemed to want to continue, Summer Sutton’s whole body stiffened, her face flushed red.
"Two days! At most two days!" Fearing that his check would lead to a change in atmosphere, Summer Sutton quickly changed her tune.
Adrian Walyon seemed satisfied with her answer, withdrawing his hand, his lips crushed against hers firmly, reminding her, "Two days, remember, you still owe me six hours from last time!"