This sort of thing couldn't just be felt by Summer Sutton alone; Adrian Walyon's impulses, although not shown, were definitely stronger than Summer's.
It was clearly his own thoughts, yet he spoke as if he was an outsider.
The reason he found sounded nice, to help her.
Summer Sutton was so choked by him that she had a breath stuck in her chest, almost unable to recover.
On the balcony next door, a certain shameless person continued, "Actually, during this time it's not completely impossible to do these things, just be careful. Mrs. Walyon, you should have faith in your husband."
Tonight, he seemed intent on enticing Summer Sutton, as if he wouldn't be satisfied unless he dragged her down with him.
Summer Sutton couldn't be bothered to deal with him, so she covered herself with the blanket and continued to sleep.
"If it really doesn't work, hands are also fine." The voice on the balcony sounded again.
