This man, even his taste in clothing is exactly the same as Adrian Walyon's—his preferred colors, materials, and even the brands.
The wardrobe is mostly filled with Armani, custom-made, in simple colors like black, white, silver, and such.
Walking into his room, looking at the decor, Summer Sutton felt as if she'd entered Adrian Walyon's room.
Summer Sutton actually understood everything very clearly, but he refused to acknowledge his identity; she felt there was no need to insist on this issue.
What she liked was him, not his name.
If he says he's Adrian Walyon, then she likes Adrian Walyon.
If he changes his name and takes on a different identity, then she'll like his current identity.
After finishing tidying up upstairs, Summer Sutton went downstairs.
When she entered the living room, the man was flipping through a magazine.
As Summer wiped the coffee table beside him, she lifted her face and took a look at him, and suddenly asked, "By the way, what is your name?"
