CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: EIGHT-PACK ABS

"To help Miss Sutton adapt sooner, I believe it’s my duty as her husband!" Adrian Walyon ignored her, a flicker of light in his dark eyes.

Summer Sutton looked at him incredulously, her eyes flashing with panic.

Help her adapt?

How is he helping?

By doing this with her several times a day, constantly reminding her that she’s already engaged to him?

Just thinking about it, Summer Sutton’s body trembled.

She was highly critical of Adrian Walyon’s words, but given the current situation, she couldn’t confront him directly.

"I understand, I’ll remember." Although she despised his words, Summer Sutton was agreeable on the surface.

She was simply thinking of complying temporarily to defuse the current crisis.

Unexpectedly, Adrian Walyon wasn’t so easy to deal with.

He pulled away from her body, sat up, and just as Summer Sutton thought she was freed and ready to escape, he pulled her onto his lap.

With his long arms encircling her waist, Adrian Walyon pressed against her lips and kissed her.

"From now on, start getting used to kissing first." In her ear, his voice was like the cool mist of a winter morning.

Summer Sutton’s body stiffened, inwardly cursing.

She had never seen someone so domineering!

Forcing her to get used to his presence was one thing, but why force her to get used to this?

She looked at him, her eyes burning with fire.

Adrian Walyon directly ignored her glare, released her, and stood up.

"Should I go first, or together?" He glanced lazily at her behind him.

Does this question even need asking?

Who would want to go with him?

"You go first, I’ll keep reading!" Summer Sutton lowered her head, burying herself in her book.

Adrian Walyon let out a light hum and went to the bathroom unhurriedly.

Living together with Summer Sutton required no adaptation time; it was naturally seamless from start to finish.

After less than ten minutes in the bathroom, he walked out wearing only shorts.

His upper body was naked.

The shape of his body wasn’t ordinary; well-defined muscles and abs were like barriers.

He was indeed a slim type of man, but his muscles were firm, every part of his body perfectly balanced, neither too bony nor overly abrupt.

Summer Sutton actually didn’t want to look at him, but as she buried her head in her book, Adrian Walyon walked back and forth around her, his long legs swaying in front of her repeatedly, making it hard for Summer Sutton not to notice him.

She raised her head slightly, her gaze drifting over him, and accidentally stared longer than she intended, memorizing his abs without meaning to.

Eight packs!

When clothed, he appeared quite slim; she never expected to see that.

Suddenly, Adrian Walyon’s gaze swept toward her unexpectedly.

Summer Sutton was caught off guard, her gaze shifted nonchalantly, and she teased, "I couldn’t tell!"

"There’s much more you can’t see!" Adrian Walyon implied.

"Is that so?" Summer Sutton was suddenly a bit embarrassed.

His hint clearly referred to unhealthy things.

Unsure of where the conversation might lead, she grabbed her book and unnaturally headed to the study, "I’m going to read for a bit, I’ll come back to the room later."

Adrian Walyon watched her leaving without stopping her.

The next day, Summer Sutton had class.

In the morning, it was still Adrian Walyon who drove her to school.

Summer Sutton didn’t want him to cause a sensation upon his arrival, initially wanting to go alone, but Adrian Walyon refused.