CHAPTER 432: CHAPTER 432 SUMMER SUTTON, HAVE YOU EVER LOVED ME?

What pissed him off even more were Summer Sutton’s subsequent words.

Tonight, she seemed like a different person, becoming particularly calculating.

Fixating on what just happened, she went on and on, "Your mom was right, men only care about those first few months of novelty. Once the novelty wears off, true nature shows itself."

"Adrian Walyon, do you know how exhausting it is to be your wife? There are tons of rules to follow at home, and there’s a mother-in-law who sees me as a thorn in her side. Now, the whole Walyon family doesn’t even support us being together. The only thing keeping me going was you, and tonight you’re embracing another woman with disheveled clothes. I can no longer find a reason to stick with this marriage. Adrian, I beg you to let me go, and let yourself go too, okay? Let’s get divorced!"

She said a lot, and she spoke urgently, almost grabbing his hand to plead.

Adrian Walyon was so furious he almost hit someone.

To her, was he just a passing novelty?

She could say something like that!

"Summer Sutton, repeat what you just said!" Controlling the impulse to strangle her, Adrian Walyon squeezed each word out through gritted teeth.

"Let’s get divorced!" Summer Sutton lifted her face to look at him, without a trace of fear, "It’s exhausting for both of us to be together. Isn’t the recent experience the best proof?"

Adrian Walyon’s forehead veins throbbed violently, and he clenched his fists tightly, trying to restrain himself, "Is our marriage so trivial to you? A small matter can spark the fuse, and when you want to leave, you just leave?"

"Yes!" Summer Sutton looked at him calmly, her eyes still without any ripple.

Adrian Walyon took a deep breath, his gaze icy like crystal, "Summer Sutton, have you ever loved me?"

Summer Sutton hesitated after his words.

Love...

This was the first time he mentioned this word in front of her.

A word he’d never brought up before, yet he’d done so much for her.

Summer Sutton felt a bit bitter, thinking of their past, her chest swelling with emotion.

Her eyes suddenly felt a bit sore. Afraid he might notice, she quickly turned away.

"No." She tossed him those two words and stiffly headed upstairs.

Adrian Walyon felt like a knife was cutting through his chest. Before she reached the stairs, he called out to her, "If you don’t love me, what does the promise you made in front of the plaza that night mean?"

Summer Sutton stopped in her tracks, lifting her face to look at the spiral staircase overhead, her silhouette somewhat stiff.

"We’re both still young and don’t fully grasp this word yet. Don’t take it too seriously." After a long silence, she tossed out a sentence and went upstairs without turning back.

She walked quickly, not even daring to look into his eyes, afraid that if they met, he might see through all her thoughts.

Adrian Walyon stood frozen in place, unable to recover from her words for a long time.

Not love...

Ha...

So many months of marriage, so many days together, so many days of companionship, and this is the answer she finally gives him?

He stood downstairs for quite a while, long enough that Summer Sutton had already washed up and was ready to sleep, but he hadn’t gone upstairs.

Summer Sutton didn’t return to the master bedroom and stayed the night in the guest room.

What Adrian Walyon was doing downstairs, she didn’t know and didn’t dare check.

The only thing she knew was that he hadn’t slept; the lights downstairs were still fully lit, and standing on the balcony of her room, she could clearly see the light projected from the downstairs living room.