CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290: DO YOU LIKE MY TYPE?

As for other people, no matter how good or outstanding they are, they have nothing to do with her.

People’s tastes are just so peculiar. Once you fancy a type, others just can’t catch your eye anymore.

Adrian Walyon stared at her dumbfounded, after her words, he was stunned for a while, took a few steps towards her, and hugged her tightly.

"So, what type do you like?" He leaned down, his nose getting very close to hers, and he questioned, "Do you like the Adrian Walyon type?"

"Adrian Walyon?" Summer Sutton annoyed by his previous behavior, turned her face to the side, humming, "Too temperamental, hard to deal with; domineering, arrogant, and authoritarian."

"That’s because your judgment isn’t good enough to see his virtues." Adrian Walyon’s face didn’t blush a bit as he listed a bunch of his own merits, "Like being loyal, like keeping good conduct, only being good to one person."

He glanced at her sideways and threw back her past words, "Also, like being handsome, wealthy, physically fit, guaranteeing you a worry-free blissful later life!"

Summer Sutton had never seen someone this shameless when bragging about themselves.

She glared at him for a while, feeling particularly speechless towards him.

Not discussing this matter any further with him, she turned around and went into the bathroom.

Picking up the face wash, just about to wash her face, Adrian Walyon followed her in.

He watched her, and when she was halfway through washing her face, he leisurely asked, "I’m serious about the question I just asked, you haven’t answered yet."

Summer Sutton’s back stiffened for a moment, her hand holding the water froze in mid-air.

"Don’t like." After a pause, she casually replied to him and continued washing her face as if nothing had happened.

"Is that so?" Adrian Walyon didn’t seem bothered by her reply.

Summer Sutton was clearly still annoyed, but tonight he didn’t argue with her about that.

Summer Sutton didn’t pay him any further attention, finished washing her face, pushed him out of the bathroom, closed the door, and started taking a shower.

She stayed inside for a long time, and when she came out, Adrian Walyon was already in bed before her.

Summer Sutton lifted the quilt and lay down beside him, ignoring him, and turned her back to sleep on her own.

Adrian Walyon shrugged, not bothering her tonight.

...

The next day, Adrian Walyon and Summer Sutton spent it at the Walyon Family mansion.

Summer Sutton still had many photography-related points that she hadn’t figured out yesterday.

She went to Adrian Walyon yesterday, but he didn’t bother with her.

Today, as she was tinkering alone in the study, the aloof man from last night proactively came in, took the camera from her hand, pulled her to sit on his lap, and taught her hand-in-hand.

"From now on, if you have any questions, only come to me!" He reminded her while teaching.

"Who ignored me yesterday?" Summer Sutton was upset by his words.

"Could you not wait?" Adrian Walyon, as if he didn’t see her angry face, asked calmly.

His temperament is so unpredictable, who knows if waiting would make him help her?

Summer Sutton shot him a look, not continuing the discussion on this point.

Adrian Walyon was really patient today, teaching Summer Sutton, truly hand-in-hand.

His large hand enveloped hers, his palm covering her entire hand. While adjusting each parameter, he guided her to adjust them.

The pad of his finger caressed Summer Sutton’s hand several times too.

Summer Sutton feels that sitting like this between the two of them is particularly ambiguous, and maybe if this teaching continues, he might teach something beyond photography.

"I’ll sit beside you." She coughed lightly, pretending to be calm and trying to stand up, but Adrian Walyon pulled her back into his arms.