He clearly found the restaurant in advance; Summer Sutton has been in Northtown for over two years without knowing such a place existed. Without effort searching, it’s impossible to know.
The restaurant was without any other guests, seemingly reserved exclusively.
The entire restaurant was adorned with roses, from the carpet to the dining table.
Adrian Walyon led Summer Sutton inside, found a table to sit down at, and casually started ordering food.
"What would you like to eat?" he asked, flipping through the menu as he spoke.
"Anything is fine." At this point, Summer Sutton was so hungry her stomach was playing a solo, not picky at all.
Adrian glanced at her casually, his gaze somewhat deep.
After staring at her for a while, he slowly uttered, "What? Without me at home, you find it hard to eat?"
Summer Sutton was a bit choked by his words but didn’t refute.
If he wants to think that, let him.
Her silence seemed to uplift Adrian’s mood.
He even seriously promised, "I’ll try to come back earlier from now on!"
Summer Sutton was stunned, looking at him with some surprise.
Adrian didn’t explain anything, lowered his eyes, and continued ordering food.
He ordered the restaurant’s specialty dishes for Summer Sutton, like Neapolitan baked lobster, grilled fish, and Florence steak.
The freshly cooked steak was sizzling, the oil still finely cooking, filling the air with aroma.
Summer Sutton didn’t care much; as soon as the dishes were served, she started eating.
Adrian sat across from her, eating slowly.
While eating, he occasionally lifted his head to glance at her.
As he watched, he suddenly came out with a statement, "By the way, it’s a holiday today."
Summer Sutton didn’t understand his meaning and slowly raised her face.
"Not going back tonight!" Adrian casually tossed out the words, cutting a large piece of beef from his plate and handing it to her.
Summer Sutton suddenly felt like a sheep in a pen.
After being fed, it’s time to be slaughtered.
Adrian kept eating his own meal, still slowly.
Summer Sutton suddenly regretted looking forward to spending the holiday with him.
What could she expect from him?
A man like Adrian, every holiday is a simple, straightforward night together in a room?
Summer Sutton felt she had dug a pit for herself today.
The dinner took them over an hour to finish.
Upon leaving, because it was a holiday, the street was still lively.
Every now and then, there were little girls carrying flower buckets and selling roses passing by.
"Sir, would you like to buy flowers? This pretty sister is only deserving of roses." A seven or eight-year-old child stopped by them, lifted her face, smiling sweetly at Adrian. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
Along the way, they met many children.
Probably thinking Adrian’s money was easy to earn, every time they saw him, they stopped.
Adrian didn’t even look at the flower buckets; if asked by a child, he bought all the flowers and casually handed them to Summer Sutton behind him.
Until Summer Sutton’s arms were filled with more flowers than she could hold.
Walking down the street holding a massive bunch of flowers, her view was blocked by them, making it hard to walk.
Summer Sutton was particularly speechless towards Adrian; not only did the children think his money was easy to earn tonight, but she thought so too.
Without needing to persuade, just ask him, regardless of the number of flowers in the bucket, he would buy them all.
Are all rich second generations so flamboyant with their money?