"Just sit !" Pressing her to sit in his embrace, he guided her hand to continue playing with the camera.
His actions were casual, as if he was relishing this moment.
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Adrian Walyon explained a lot to her. Although he didn’t graduate from the same major as Summer Sutton, he knew quite a bit about film-related matters.
Pretty much whatever Summer Sutton didn’t understand, he could solve.
The two of them sat in the study, not knowing how many hours had passed. When they returned to their room, the entire Walyon Family mansion was steeped in silence.
The night was deep as Adrian Walyon carried Summer Sutton through the corridor, the leisurely sound of his footsteps particularly clear at this moment.
Summer Sutton nestled in his embrace, quietly listening to the echo of the corridor, suddenly feeling a sense of tranquil time.
Tranquil times with him.
She just didn’t know how long these days would last.
On Monday, the Film Academy where Summer Sutton studied happened to have a school celebration.
This time of year is always the busiest for the Film Academy, and they even invite many celebrities who graduated from this academy and have now achieved success in society.
This year’s school celebration, Lorraine Hughes and Ariella Sawyer also came, along with many well-known artists.
During the evening banquet, it was extremely lively.
Lorraine Hughes is now considered a national goddess, and many students surrounded her, waiting for her autograph.
As Summer Sutton passed by, she couldn’t help but glance in her direction.
Seeing Lorraine Hughes constantly smiling, with so many people crowding around her and yet showing no temper, Summer Sutton felt a bit sentimental.
She must be a very nice person, right?
Ariella Sawyer was also there. She hasn’t hit the big time yet, and her fame isn’t comparable to Lorraine Hughes, making her quite at ease on the scene.
Not treating herself as a celebrity at all, Ariella Sawyer started chatting with Summer Sutton, arms around her shoulder.
"On such an important occasion tonight, you didn’t bring your husband?" Ariella Sawyer teased, hugging Summer Sutton with a smile.
"He doesn’t like such bustling occasions," said Summer Sutton.
As soon as the words were out, Ariella Sawyer suddenly pointed ahead in surprise, "Summer, look, who is that!"
Summer Sutton followed her gaze and spotted the man walking toward them in the nighttime, momentarily dazed.
"Speak of the devil! Didn’t he dislike the bustle? But here he is!" Ariella Sawyer continued to tease.
Adrian Walyon was walking in their direction, his gaze locked on Summer Sutton. He had been watching her the whole time.
Even with so many people around, it was as if he saw only her, his eyes unwavering from start to finish.
Reaching her side, he pulled her into his embrace, leading her to a quieter corner.
"Why are you here?" Summer Sutton looked at him in a daze, still not over his sudden appearance.
She hadn’t told Adrian Walyon about the school celebration tonight, knowing he didn’t like lively events, she hadn’t invited him.
Adrian Walyon, in fact, came because of the incident last time where Summer Sutton was drugged at school. At such crowded events, not standing by her side, seeing her with his own eyes, he was worried.
"Just worried that Mrs. Walyon might feel lonely," he replied unceremoniously, picking up a glass of wine at the buffet casually.
Summer Sutton was a bit flustered by his quip, brushing off his words.
"So many renowned artists are here tonight," Summer Sutton said excitedly, eagerly showing off to him, "I didn’t know I had so many famous alumni before."