What Adrian Walyon said just now was purely a tease.
"What are you thinking about? If you like bathing in the lake, I'll join you next time."
He lifted her up with his long arms encircling her petite body securely, and walked straight into the house. "You've drunk so much, what bath are you thinking of having?"
Summer Sutton felt she was being teased and couldn't help but punch him in the chest.
Adrian Walyon let out a muffled laugh and carried her upstairs in high spirits.
Returning to the room, he placed Summer Sutton on the bed, took off her coat, and helped her wipe down her body before heading into the bathroom himself.
Summer Sutton's head was spinning, and she really wanted to sleep.
But the villa was so quiet, the sound of the water wasn't loud, yet it was particularly clear in her ears.
It splashed repeatedly, over and over.
Summer Sutton suddenly couldn't sleep.
