CHAPTER 197: CHAPTER 197: THE BEST HIM IN THE WORLD

Adrian Walyon’s face slowly leaned toward her, his fingertips pinching her delicate chin. His deep, ocean-like eyes gazed into hers, his penetrating gaze scanning over her inch by inch, as he spoke slowly, "Tell me, what is there to be afraid of?"

Summer Sutton was dumbfounded by his question.

Yes, although she had no choice but to marry Adrian Walyon, she got a perfect husband for nothing. Even if she accidentally fell for him, what was there to be afraid of?

Summer thought it over and felt that it might be that they hadn’t known each other for long enough. If she was afraid, she was afraid that all his kindness was just a short-lived novelty.

"You’re mistaken." Summer averted her gaze from his, softly denying his question, and pushed him away. She stood up and walked out, "I really have work to deal with, I’m heading out first."

Adrian squinted his eyes, watching her departing figure. Just as she was about to leave, he unexpectedly blurted out, "You’re a coward!"

Summer’s back stiffened for a moment. She knew what he was referring to and didn’t deny it.

Let’s just say she’s a coward!

However, when it comes to relationships, she doesn’t think being a little cowardly is necessarily a bad thing.

How many people, who recklessly throw everything away for love, end up with a good outcome?

Adrian had been in a good mood all day, but now Summer Sutton had stirred up inexplicable irritability in him.

He came out with a somber face, and before sleep, they hadn’t exchanged a single word.

...

The next day, Summer Sutton went to school.

At noon, while eating in the cafeteria with Iris Watson, Iris was looking at entertainment news on her phone and chatting with her about celebrities.

"Summer, look, it’s Jacob Wood! He’s so handsome, so handsome! Eyes, nose, face shape, every feature can be described as perfect."

Summer Sutton wasn’t interested in celebrities in the entertainment circle at all and showed no reaction after hearing this.

Holding a spoon in her hand, she gently stirred the soup in her bowl. She was a bit distracted today.

Even during class, she drifted off several times.

In her mind, Adrian’s words kept popping up from time to time.

Was she really a coward?

It was just that her upbringing was so different from his. Even if he lost in love, he still had so much more to his name.

But Summer Sutton was different; in Summer Sutton’s world, all she had was herself.

If she lost herself, she would have nothing left...

"Summer, what kind of man would you consider perfect?" Iris’s voice came to her ear.

Summer was stunned for a moment, and Adrian Walyon’s face automatically appeared in her mind.

For some reason, when thinking of the word perfect, Adrian Walyon was who came to mind.

Every woman’s ideal perfect man seems to be someone like him.

Good family background, excellent personal qualities, and treats his wife well.

Iris saw she didn’t answer and continued jokingly, "Asking you this question is asking for nothing. In your eyes, no one can compare to your Mr. Walyon, right?"

Her words were purely in jest.

Summer seriously contemplated her words and realized that so far, it seemed no man could compare to Adrian Walyon.

How he would be in the future, she didn’t know.

But for now, he was impeccable.

...

At the end of the school day, Adrian arranged for a driver to pick her up and take her to the company.

He had arranged for professional courses in production for Summer Sutton, inviting an experienced teacher to instruct her.

After Summer arrived at the company, she attended two hours of training courses, and when finished, went back to the Walyon Family mansion with him in the evening.