Summer Sutton felt herself on the verge of collapse, her mind dizzy and leaning forward to rest when a shadow filled with anger appeared in her view.
In the night, a tall figure walked in from outside the restaurant, heading straight in her direction, his tense handsome face radiating cold.
He seemed to arrive in a hurry, the wind tousling the fringe of his hair, with snow on his shoulders.
Summer Sutton stared blankly at the approaching man, thinking it was just her imagination.
She rubbed her eyes, and seeing the man still clearly there, realized he was real, her face instantly turned pale.
Why was he here?
Summer Sutton hadn't told him where she was going today.
Adrian Walyon continued to walk step by step toward her.
His footsteps were heavy, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he came to chop someone.
Summer Sutton was scared by him, her eyes darting around as she considered fleeing before he reached her.
