Summer Sutton looked at him, unable to regain her senses for a while.
In Summer Sutton's eyes, Adrian Walyon's actions today seemed too crazy.
Although the Walyon Family had a private jet, using it just to deliver a meal seemed too wasteful in terms of economic cost.
The world of the wealthy was indeed beyond her comprehension.
"Eat while it's hot!" Adrian Walyon urged her.
"Oh!" Summer Sutton found a small table to sit at, opened the food box, and ate the food he had brought from home, feeling warm inside.
Thinking that he came by private jet, she casually asked while eating, "Are you going back later?"
Her question was purely a natural assumption; coming and going by private jet was very convenient.
"Aren't you tired?" Adrian Walyon's handsome face slightly stiffened, casually tossing back a line to her.
Summer Sutton was at a loss for words.
Yeah!
There were several cities between them; even with a plane, it was a hassle.
