He was a bit rough, and Summer Sutton's face heated up with a bang, almost making her cry out.
"Speak!" Adrian Walyon held her like that, seemingly with further intentions.
Summer Sutton couldn't stand him, angrily swinging her fist and punching him, "Adrian Walyon, you bastard!"
"Yes, I'm a bastard!" Adrian Walyon did not deny it.
He never claimed to be a good person.
No one outside would associate him with being a good person either.
Summer Sutton felt troubled in her heart, unable to understand this matter, and couldn't help but punch him in the chest again.
"I don't like you going to places like that last night! Even if you're accompanying friends, it's not okay!"
"I don't know how many habits rich young men have, but once married, quirks like last night's need to change! Isn't that expected of a married man?"
