She felt that she really was quite bold just now.
Is Ryan Walyon the kind of man she can take on?
Moreover, he’s still angry now, what if she accidentally provoked him and he’d pick her up and throw her out from the second floor in a fit of rage?
Summer Sutton was extremely embarrassed.
"I was just confused." She stared at him dazedly for a while, wanting to help him tidy up his messy clothes, but her wrist was caught by Ryan Walyon.
Pulling her toward him, his lips teasingly brushed against her cheek for a while, and as he leaned close to her ear, he slowly uttered, "You’ve improved a lot since last time!"
Much quicker at undressing too.
Summer Sutton’s mind buzzed and her face became blazing red.
Automatically, even the images of last time started appearing in her mind.
The more she thought about it, the deeper the blush, as if it wouldn’t go away.
Ryan Walyon’s mood seemed to have improved considerably, leisurely admiring her expressions; his face no longer radiated the chill from before.
"Don’t make Grandpa angry these days, okay?" Summer Sutton noticed the effect, taking the opportunity to persuade him.
Since she entered the Walyon Family, the Old Master had never made things difficult for her; sometimes he even protected her.
Summer Sutton had no issues with the old man and didn’t want to see anything happen to his health.
At the mention of this, Ryan Walyon’s expression tensed again.
Summer Sutton was not partial to any side, instead coming up with a compromise, "Let’s stay at the house for a while longer, wait for Grandpa to be in a better state, then find a chance to move out!"
Ryan Walyon’s handsome face remained tightly drawn, not answering.
"Did you hear what I said? Will you agree or not?" Summer Sutton was anxious, shaking his arm twice.
Ryan Walyon turned his head, glancing at her hand indifferently, slightly raising his brow.
Summer Sutton was stunned by his look, suddenly feeling awkward.
Did what she just did count as acting spoiled?
Retracting her hand embarrassingly, Summer Sutton’s expression was a bit unnatural.
Ryan Walyon stared deeply at her for a while, wrapping an arm around her slender waist and pulling her towards him, "You said it! We’ll move after a few days."
"Okay." Summer Sutton nodded, trying to get up from him, but Ryan Walyon pressed her down, refusing to let go.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his face stern.
Summer Sutton, "Out of here!"
They had already discussed things, why still lie on the ground?
Ryan Walyon glanced at his own disheveled pants, his face darkening further.
His pants were nearly off, and now that she got what she wanted, she thought she could just leave?
"Not planning to fix the mess you made?" Ryan Walyon pressed her hand, roughly guiding it to a certain place, then turned over and pinned her beneath him.
Summer Sutton was a little panicked.
The whole time her nerves were even more tense.
She knew all too well about Ryan Walyon’s bad temper.
Why did she have to provoke him?
Could she even get out of bed normally tomorrow?
Summer Sutton clung to his arms, fearfully starting to worry.
When it came to this sort of thing, once Ryan Walyon started, it went on endlessly.
The two of them rolled from the carpet to the bed, and then from the bed back to the carpet. By the time they fell asleep, it was already dawn.
Summer Sutton was completely exhausted, sleeping through the entire morning the next day.
Ryan Walyon went downstairs pretty early, and as he did, he happened to encounter Jimmy Evans.
The two stood quietly looking at each other, one on the stairs, one downstairs, before both turned away.