"Don't worry about it." Adrian Walyon tossed her a remark, focusing on his driving.
Summer Sutton actually guessed that the Old Master calling Adrian Walyon to talk alone wouldn't be so simple, but since Adrian Walyon didn't elaborate, she didn't ask much.
She knew that Adrian Walyon just didn't want to say too much and make her worry.
After returning to Morning Garden, Adrian Walyon didn't care about the injury on his face and went to the study to work.
Up until now, neither of them had eaten dinner.
Summer Sutton simply cooked some late-night snacks in the kitchen, brought them up, and placed them on his desk.
"I made some noodles, give them a try."
Adrian Walyon set his documents aside and devoured the noodles she brought over in a few bites.
He ate quickly, clearly hungry.
Summer Sutton sat by him, quietly watching him for a while, and couldn't help but lift her hand, gently resting it on the swollen part of his face.
