"Just this little issue?" Adrian Walyon scoffed at her words.
Summer Sutton felt relieved and obediently followed him home.
Summer Sutton didn't even cross paths with Gina Sutton today, so how could she be injured?
Adrian Walyon's so-called examination was nothing more than a perfect excuse to do what he desired.
Once home, Summer Sutton was stripped bare under the guise of an examination.
After a bout of shenanigans, lying beside her in bed, Adrian Walyon's lips curled with amusement, "Upon inspection, it turns out there aren't any injuries."
Summer Sutton gave him a glare.
Adrian Walyon, rubbing her head, began to coax her, "You did well today. In the future, when dealing with people like Gina Sutton, handle them just like today! Feel free to fight, your husband will clean up the mess!"
Summer Sutton ignored his cheekiness, concerned only with her swapped artwork, "Adrian Walyon, can you help me get my work back?"
