Summer Sutton suddenly had some doubts about Adrian Walyon's intentions.
Initially, she believed he indeed wanted to help her.
But, after several hours, could it be said he had no selfish motives at all?
He just wanted to indulge his craving for some car fun tonight, didn't he?
It was already the middle of the night, and Summer was really exhausted, drifting off to sleep in a daze.
Adrian took her clothes, intending to help her put them back on piece by piece, when he unexpectedly discovered numerous wounds on her arm.
They were all bite marks, with distinct impressions, indicating they weren't light bites, and the blood had not completely dried.
From the marks, it was clear that Summer had bitten herself.
Adrian cradled her injured arm, looking at it for a long time, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.
He lowered his face, his lips gently brushing against each of her wounds, not missing a single one.
