"If Miss Sutton is insistent on the wedding, I don't mind holding it first and then getting the marriage certificate after four months," Adrian Walyon said, not even glancing at her as his long legs stepped into the elevator.
Summer Sutton was frightened by him, and subsequently, there was no sound from her at all.
It was this late hour, midnight, and everything around was exceptionally quiet.
Accompanied by the "ding" of the elevator, the two reached the floor where the room was located.
Adrian walked down the corridor, holding Summer Sutton, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the night.
He opened the door and entered the room first.
Turning his head slightly, his gaze slanted towards Summer Sutton behind him.
Summer Sutton stood at the doorway, unwilling to go in.
"Is Miss Sutton planning to sleep in the hallway?" Adrian slowly walked over to her, "Or do you need me to personally invite you in?"
There was no emotion in his voice, yet he exuded an intimidating presence.
