Adrian's gaze was deep and contemplative, as if he thought her words weren't incorrect.
Leaning in, his tall body inclined towards her, he introduced himself word by word, "Adrian Walyon, my name, someone who is about to become your husband!"
Boom!
Thunder rolled by!
Summer Sutton stared at him blankly, shocked to the point of forgetting to react.
Before she could regain her composure, he threw another ticking bomb at her.
"The wedding will take place soon." Adrian's handsome face was cold and stern.
Summer Sutton stood there dumbfounded, staring at him for a long time, unable to recover.
His expression was quite serious, not like he was joking with her.
He knew her name, and tonight it seemed more like he was specifically waiting for her outside the company.
But why does he want to marry her?
Staring at him in shock, Summer Sutton's mind was a bit chaotic.
"Sir, I don't know you, nor do I remember having met you. Did you perhaps get something wrong?"
"Summer Sutton, Film Academy, year two, majoring in production, height 166 cm, weight 92 pounds, eldest daughter of the Sutton Family." Adrian accurately stated her personal information.
Summer Sutton was dumbfounded again.
"If you marry me, what can you gain?" She was a bit anxious, her mind racing.
"Or is it that you have some issue, so you need to find a healthy, physically fit girl like me to increase your chances?"
She was insinuating he was impotent.
Summer Sutton had no other virtues, except for her excellent health since childhood, never having had a major illness nor even seen a shadow of minor ailments.
The living room was filled with stern coldness, Adrian's handsome face was clouded over.
Step by step, he approached her, his voice cold and deep, "Do you want to check if I have any issues, Miss Sutton? So you can rest assured."
Summer Sutton was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly felt embarrassed.
She shrank her body to the side, creating some distance from him, "Let's talk calmly. Can you please stand a bit further away?"
Adrian just looked at her coldly, without any intention of moving.
Summer Sutton's heart skipped a beat, afraid he might be serious, and she hurriedly pushed him away and retreated several steps in panic.
Adrian gave her a cold glance.
However, with servants still in the hall, he didn't pull her back.
"Clean her up!" He turned his head slightly, speaking faintly to the maid beside him.
It seemed he was somewhat disdainful because Summer Sutton hadn't bathed today.
He tidied his clean shirt, brushing several times where Summer Sutton had leaned against his chest.
Summer Sutton's gaze drifted in his direction, catching his actions, and suddenly a thought surfaced.
If she didn't bathe, would he find her dirty and leave her alone tonight?
"Miss Sutton, please come upstairs with us!" The maid's voice sounded beside her.
Summer Sutton came back to her senses and was led upstairs by several people.
The maid took her into a very large room, decorated and arranged with a strong masculine feel.
It was obviously Adrian's room.