"This? That’s simple." Ryan Walyon took the camera and started teaching her the operations step by step from the book.
The two were in the Walyon Family’s hall, with a group of servants coming and going. It was a public space, and even the chairs were somewhat spaced apart.
Actually, neither the surrounding people nor the passing servants found anything wrong with Summer Sutton and Ryan Walyon’s behavior.
However, this scene looked completely different in Adrian Walyon’s eyes.
As soon as Adrian came downstairs, he saw this scene and his face turned a bit cold while standing on the stairs. Updates are released by NoveIꜰire.net
Yet, the two in the living room seemed not to notice him; Ryan was still teaching Summer photography.
Summer only noticed Adrian’s presence a few minutes later.
She looked up at him on the stairs, and seeing his dark expression, her heart skipped a beat.
"Come up!" Adrian said nothing else, dropping those two words before heading upstairs.
Summer reluctantly put down the textbook and followed him back to the room.
As soon as they entered, Adrian yanked her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut.
He pushed her against the wall behind her and suddenly kissed her fiercely.
His force was great, as if he was eager to devour her.
His sharp teeth bit her lip, as though trying to make her bleed.
Uncomfortable, Summer frowned and punched him, "Adrian Walyon, what are you doing?"
Adrian ignored her, continuing to kiss her with a vengeance.
His kiss was rough, and Summer felt as if she was being crushed by him.
His hands roamed her dress, pushing it up, seeming as if he wanted to just enter her there and then.
No prelude, no warning.
Summer didn’t like him and kept struggling in his arms.
She struggled intensely, more resistant to his touch than ever since she met him.
"Adrian Walyon, what’s gotten into you?"
"Adrian Walyon, I don’t want this! I don’t!"
Grabbing him wildly, her voice nearly screamed out.
She could sense his annoyance tonight, and Summer knew it surely wasn’t just because Ryan was teaching her photography.
Adrian was not an unreasonable brute; she and Ryan did nothing to warrant such a big emotional fluctuation from him.
Yet, Summer still couldn’t figure out what was bothering Adrian tonight.
The man’s strength was too great, and Summer couldn’t struggle free.
Feeling quite frustrated, she looked at him with clear cold eyes, wanting to see just how far he’d go before stopping.
Irritated, he punched the wall beside him, seeming very angry tonight.
Releasing her without even glancing her way, he headed to the bathroom.
He took a half-hour cold shower under the running water, and when he came out, Summer was still watching him.
Her gaze was clear, as if she wanted to see through him.
"What are you worried about?" she asked slowly.
Adrian paused, seemingly not expecting her to ask this question.
Summer was merely guessing, but judging from his reaction, she suddenly understood.
"I don’t like Ryan’s type of man, nor do I like Lruis Evans’ type," Summer said, looking directly into his eyes, her gaze suddenly deepening.
She didn’t like any other type of man.
The only one she liked was just one.
Unique in the world and irreplaceable.