Adrian had never heard her refer to him like that in front of others before. He turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep.
Summer Sutton, in a joyful mood, went downstairs, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up the stairs. "It's not early anymore; let's rest! Grandma should go to bed early too!"
Adrian quietly followed behind her, the corners of his lips slightly curved upwards.
Had she just publicly acknowledged their relationship?
It was indeed late, well into the night. After returning to their room, Summer dried her hair and squeezed with Adrian into a small bed, holding each other as they slept through the night.
The mornings on the island held a beauty that the city did not possess—quiet, serene, with the only sounds being birds chirping and the sea gently lapping.
With the windows open, a view of the azure sea lay outside. Listening to the rustling waves brightened the mood for the whole day.
