Her clear eyes gazed into his deep ocean-like eyes, as if bewitched by him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to herself...
When Summer Sutton woke up the next day, the room was a total mess.
All traces of the wild night she had with Adrian Walyon remained.
Summer felt particularly awkward. Taking advantage of Adrian still being asleep, she hurriedly grabbed the soiled sheets to go wash them.
As she was about to leave, she saw his clothes on the floor and instinctively picked them up as well, carrying them downstairs.
Summer and Adrian have been married for a few months now, but this was the first time she helped him with laundry.
Primarily because they have servants at home, there’s no need for her to do such things.
Today was purely impulsive.
Summer carried Adrian’s entire set of clothes downstairs, both inside and out.
What kind of relationship does the couple have?
While helping him with the laundry, Summer wasn’t too awkward, though she was surprised by the size of his underwear.
As she continued washing, Summer’s previously natural expression suddenly turned red.
When Adrian came downstairs, he happened to catch sight of this scene.
He moved closer to her, glanced at what she held in her hands, and teased lightly, "Satisfied?"
Summer scoffed and snorted dismissively, "Nothing special?"
"Really?" Adrian fiddled with his phone, lazily responding, "Looks like Mrs. Walyon’s post-marriage experience isn’t profound enough!"
Summer was a bit intimidated by him, quickly changing her tune, "Great, you’re the best!"
Her flattery was obvious, but Adrian didn’t mind at all. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fire·net
"Good to know." With a faint remark, he turned and went back inside.
Summer couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.
After Summer quickly cleaned up the mess from last night and had breakfast, Adrian took her to school.
As soon as she reached the classroom, she heard Zoe Baxter mentioning that some rich kid in their class was having a birthday party tonight and was inviting the whole class.
Summer usually didn’t interact much with the birthday student, but since the whole class was going, to avoid being seen as unsociable or aloof, she didn’t refuse.
However, what she didn’t expect was, upon arriving at the venue, not only were her own classmates there, but quite a number of students from other departments as well.
Gina Sutton was there too.
When Summer and Gina met, they always ignored each other.
Summer pretended Gina didn’t exist and started chatting with her roommates upon arrival.
Gina sat not far away, quietly staring at her.
The student celebrating the birthday was a close friend of Lruis Evans, who was also present.
A group of young people gathered together, eating, drinking, and chatting merrily.
The party was on a yacht, with the sound of fireworks bursting across the sea.
Summer and Iris Watson were at the bow of the ship setting off fireworks, each minding their own fun.
She didn’t intend to dine inside; after the last time she was set up, she now exercised caution wherever possible.
Gina, eyeing Summer’s back through the window, glanced towards Lruis’ direction, feeling the bitterness rise again in her heart.
She stared in Summer’s direction for a long time, then looked at a passing waiter, handing him a glass of juice, "Could you please deliver this to the Miss Sutton at the bow, and say it’s from Zoe Baxter?"
She conveniently slipped some money into the waiter’s hand, giving him a meaningful glance.
The waiter, gazing at the thick stack in his hand, understood her intention, nodded slightly, and headed towards Summer Sutton at the bow with the juice in hand.