Summer Sutton was still standing there awkwardly.
Adrian Walyon couldn't bear to watch anymore, he grabbed her and dragged her towards his car.
Once they were in the car, he turned on the heat, removed her soaked coat, covered her with his own, and started the car without a word.
"Did you come to pick me up?" Summer Sutton glanced at him and asked tentatively.
Adrian Walyon kept a cold, handsome face and didn't respond.
Summer Sutton looked out the window, tracing raindrops on the glass with her fingertips, talking to herself.
"Ever since Grandpa passed away, on rainy days when I didn't have an umbrella, no one came to pick me up."
Unconsciously, Adrian Walyon's movements while driving slowed a bit.
Summer Sutton paused, then unexpectedly turned her face towards him, her gaze flickering slightly, "For so many years, you're the only one."
As long as it rained, even if they were in a cold war like they were these past few days, he would always appear by her side.
