A group of people looked at Summer Sutton with eyes that had turned somewhat meaningful.
Summer Sutton felt particularly embarrassed, not knowing where to put her face, wishing she could cover Adrian Walyon's mouth.
Adrian Walyon casually continued savoring the food on his plate.
As he ate, he suddenly blurted out, "You should eat more, makes it more comfortable to hold you."
His flirting entirely ignored the gazes of everyone present, as if the whole banquet hall was just him and Summer Sutton, speaking words that made one blush.
Summer Sutton couldn't do anything about him, under the table, she fiercely pinched the flesh on his thigh.
She had quite a grip, so strong that Adrian Walyon, who was originally elegantly dining, furrowed his brows, and his expression twisted slightly.
"Mr. Walyon, are you alright?" The host, just about to offer a toast while holding a glass of wine, saw him like this and assumed there was some discomfort, asking with concern.
