CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: WISH I COULD SQUEEZE HER TO DEATH

Back in their room, Adrian Walyon held her and tossed her onto the bed.

After settling her, he turned and went to the bathroom.

There were wine stains on him, gotten from Summer Sutton.

He was showering, and the sound of water was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Summer Sutton lay on the bed, her head dizzy.

She was actually very sleepy, but she didn’t dare to sleep.

She knew what would happen tonight, and the more she thought about it, the less she felt sleepy.

When Adrian walked out, she was watching him quietly with blurry eyes.

Her eyes were incredibly beautiful, as if they were holding the entire starry sky, dazzlingly stunning.

Adrian felt like a hand gently scratched across his chest as she looked at him, making him feel an itch inside.

With his long legs, he walked over to her, his arms propping on each side of her, his face wanting to lean down, but Summer Sutton’s body moved closer to him.

"Adrian, I’m cold..." The sudden words softly came out, sounding a bit helpless.

"Should I warm you up?" Adrian pulled the sheet over both of them, covering them together, his face wanting to lean forward again, but Summer Sutton pressed down on his hand, "I’m feeling a bit unwell."

"My head hurts!" Worried he might misunderstand, she quickly added.

Adrian’s movement paused a bit, lifting his gaze to stare at her steadily.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked at her sharply.

As if trying to discern whether her words were true or just an excuse to avoid tonight.

Summer Sutton felt like a nerve in her head was twitching, the pain making her head feel like it was about to explode.

She curled herself up into a ball, looking at him pitifully, her expression didn’t seem fake.

Adrian held his handsome face tautly as he propped himself above her, his gaze sharp enough to seem like he wanted to crush her.

"Summer Sutton!" Slowly, he called out her name.

Summer Sutton was stunned.

Adrian with a cold, handsome face said each word harshly, "If you were a man, you’d have died countless times in my hands by now!"

He was obviously provoked by her, this wasn’t the first time he had been forced to stop in such matters.

If any man provoked him again and again, he’d have thrown them to feed the fish by now!

Summer Sutton had always been bold, and she drank tonight.

She wasn’t afraid of him at all, she retorted sharply, "If I were a man, would I be lying under you right now?"

Adrian’s gaze darkened after her words, his sharp eyes swept over her, and he suddenly curled his lips into a sinister smile, "Being a woman doesn’t matter, I have ways to make you die a thousand times in my hands!"