Summer Sutton drank two cups, raised her head to look at him, their gaze met, and she paused slightly.
Why did she feel his gaze wasn't well-intentioned?
Summer Sutton was just taken aback for a moment, but didn't dwell on it.
What could Adrian Walyon possibly do to her?
At most, it was just the matter of not thinking about sleep tonight.
Perhaps because Adrian Walyon helped her too much, subconsciously, Summer Sutton trusted Adrian.
Being with him, regardless of any situation, she never had to worry.
She drank a total of three cups, halfway through the meal, her head was already starting to spin.
On the way back to the villa, her steps were a bit unsteady.
Outside it was snowing, the two quietly walked in the snowy night of Sutton Gardens, where the snow on the ground had piled up.
Summer Sutton walked ahead, dizzily watching the swaying scenery in front of her, and fell down several times.
