Adrian Walyon's face slowly leaned toward her, his fingertips pinching her delicate chin. His deep, ocean-like eyes gazed into hers, his penetrating gaze scanning over her inch by inch, as he spoke slowly, "Tell me, what is there to be afraid of?"
Summer Sutton was dumbfounded by his question.
Yes, although she had no choice but to marry Adrian Walyon, she got a perfect husband for nothing. Even if she accidentally fell for him, what was there to be afraid of?
Summer thought it over and felt that it might be that they hadn't known each other for long enough. If she was afraid, she was afraid that all his kindness was just a short-lived novelty.
"You're mistaken." Summer averted her gaze from his, softly denying his question, and pushed him away. She stood up and walked out, "I really have work to deal with, I'm heading out first."
Adrian squinted his eyes, watching her departing figure. Just as she was about to leave, he unexpectedly blurted out, "You're a coward!"
