She drank several glasses in a row, not being good at drinking in the first place, and with each sip she took, she disliked the taste, always frowning slightly.
Her tone made it sound like after three glasses, the past would never be seen again, and she and he would each go their separate ways.
Adrian Walyon's already indifferent face slowly turned cold as frost.
Summer Sutton toasted him four times in a row, considering her drinking capacity, she finally stopped.
She plopped back onto her chair and did not speak again afterward.
Adrian's face was very stern, his handsome face tense; not a single glass was returned to Summer Sutton.
The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became a bit awkward.
"Our Summer's a bit drunk tonight." Ariella Sawyer feared the silence and pulled Summer aside, giving her shoulder a pat, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing." Summer replied softly and quietly started eating.
